Holiday in woodA Poem by SouladareateaseDrifting along banks on tips of baccano where cues flared signaling the end meant over there not middle of somewhere. chemical lawns gleaming freedom littered with west Virginia tumbleweeds spill with their wind on downhill slide bringing holiday stay to a forest camp birds scream and a squirrel sighs looking around to find where the deer hide they know best bedding down near the streams where land is cut a slice of the American dream forking the hills and valley betwixt long gone fields plush Groves shiver dangling on the edge of tine a stones throw near the river down below Glen, yeah you know him he's the one putting oil on the last dirt road helping keep the dust down construction trucks hauling in dirt, taking leavings of trees if acres are just... only a couple hundred years old, their bulldozed to sleep log out money and fillet the rest build another community quarter acre spots feed me your din help the people buy chemical dawn for each and everyone, enjoying holiday as I look uphill and see the storm bringing rains to wash down *there's land under that river -I heard someone say
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