Road TripA Poem by Ally Bakermiles of asphault rolling out in front of these wheels
staring out the windows only to find acres of empty fields
sun rays blinding, even through dark shades drawn on the long windows
music blaring in young ears, bursting innocent ear drums with guitar chords
snores filling in silences by those who decided to sleep through the ride
flashes filling the darkness by those who love their comeras and prove it
memories made on the two buses with the 60+ kids: priceless © 2009 Ally BakerReviews
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