A Travel Poem

Short poem about the scenery I saw while travelling 8 hours on a bus.

Ahead, the ruddy red of the mountain rises
With the road cutting ever through,
All the twists, turns, and surprises,
'Till it reaches the endless blue


Clouds of all sizes grace the sky
While the greenest of grass billows through the meadows
Outside, the farmers thresh their rye,
As the wind is wending through the willows  

Time has passed, sunlight begins to die
The meadows darken, and on them shadow falls
The murders of crows start to fly
And the farmers retreat to their halls

Reviews

[Clockwork]

I also liked the images in this poem and the sense of the journey as well. What I like the most is the way you end your poem. You let the image speak for itself and that had a strong affect on me. This poem was the best one I received for the contest, and I am glad that you submitted it.

[Anor]

Thank you very much, especially for giving me the first prize. :)

[shivohumsohum]

Thank you kind poet for joining our company:)

[Michael Kevin Spencer]

A somewhat ordinary poem very well executed, I found the sum greater than the sum of its parts. Timeless concept, strong work.

[WingsToFly]

Beautiful imagery.

[rnuff]

I enjoyed the imagery in this write. Amazing write

[Anor]

Thanks! :D