Of Our OwnA Poem by hattrick1090A parking lot with empty spaces , Young laughter fills the air. A drifter walking through our town, To his eye nothings there, But in these parts he doesn’t know That everything is here. A parking lot with faded lines, To some it would seem droll, But they don’t know of what we have, Oh my, how they don’t know. Surrounded by a wave of hills And paths of the unknown, A house for every step you take, To some this would bring woe. But we escape into a world Created by ourselves, We write adventure! We fill the pages! We supply those old bookshelves. We’ll leap from cliffs , Venture in black caves, Escape through walls of water. We’ll walk dirt paths! We’ll scale up crags! As the days grower hotter, hotter. And we’ll fly down hills, Going way too fast, With insouciance in our eyes, Apart of the asphalt It’s in our blood! We’ll ride into the night. We’ll look to the skyscrapers in the night, A building tall and new. For each construction that we see, A perspective too us new. And when we’re done a small back porch, Is where we’ll sit and dwell. To the stars we gaze, For perseid will rain, the dust of the heavens has fell. So Don’t listen to the pessimistic Who say there’s nothing here, For they can’t see what we behold, To us there’s no frontier. © 2010 hattrick1090Author's Note
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