Out on my mother's errand...

1st verse written in my head on the 12th of October 2010, while I was out on my mother's errand; the rest were written right here just now, January 6, 2011.

Out on my mother's errand

And off the beaten track

The journey there is perilous

And so's the journey back

There are bridges for my crossing

There are people scattered there

There is no one here to speak to

There is dust upon the air

Here are sentinels who guide me

Through the gates I wish to pass

Here are smiles, amused and helpful

For such a young and wandering lass

There's the quiet time for waiting

At the highway eatery

The sky is dull, foretells a storm

The clouds are silvery

The prize is claimed, the bells are rung

And off I rush to ride

Whatever ride I should chance to catch

On the brutal highwayside

The mild smile of a stranger

Who won't do me any good

A tap upon my shoulder

In a dangerous neighborhood

The trickster sat beside me

Smiling, masked, and lively

The passersby did turn their eyes

To see not the thievery

But I had other things on my mind

And I hadn't time to be cheated on

And though there be dragons, mine was a path

That a mother's command had smiled upon

There are bridges for the crossing

And swiftly I must stride

My sweetheart waits this afternoon

The day is young, the roads are wide

The dragons can come roaring

Come roaring after me

But I laugh and I dance and I fly away

The world is somehow mine, you see

So when I'm out on my mother's errand

And off the beaten track

The journey to which is perilous

As is the journey back...

There is everything here for my heart to fear

And the roads do twist and crack

I so love these journeys perilous

And I love these journeys back

Reviews

[Lonesome Traveler]

CONTROL THE UNIVERSE!~ :))
This is great! I like the way that my mind played when I was reading this poem. Good Job! Write more! :D

[Moflo]

Fantastic poem. Excellent imagery and very profound. Great job.