I see you roll out of your night sheds, So many open doors in which to bunker, And lay my bindle, Many people have taken a carriage as an abode, You let us take home in you, You'll get us a few hundred miles, Relatively unscathed, With a few more stories to tell, We'll have met people, The ones just drifting, Some with a place to go, Most of us just snuggled up with loneliness on the road. Hope you guys like it. Tom
It certainly is a lively poem in it's own setting of a world quite concievable and familiar. Good Write. Peace.
