HimA Poem by Emma Grace TennysonThis was written on the fly. I had to pull over while I was driving to get it down before I forgot. It might be kind of garbled logically. I apologize. Thanks for reading!He pours another practiced smile
In an artificial mold Take the highway, speed
on through Don’t pump the brakes,
don’t turn around Never will a tourist
travel The road signs, they
warn, “Don’t come close!” I wish somehow I could
get by In esoteric anecdote It’s coming from an
ornate garden A wondrous willow
stands soft and steady
© 2014 Emma Grace TennysonAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on February 1, 2014 Last Updated on February 3, 2014 AuthorEmma Grace TennysonAboutI live in Oklahoma. My love is writing, and my forte is poetry. I am looking for constructive criticism and experienced guidance. I am also open to collaboration and idea tossing. more..Writing
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