cow pollinater
Well-known member
Tracks in the road.
Like an ancient soap opera that draws us housewives daily.
Pre-recorded tapes that tell the drama that unfolded in our absence.
The stories old as time itself but the draw still the imediate news of the day.
A sure warning of tresspassers.
Signs of a friend that already knows I'm here.
Baby photos.
A warning of predation.
Assurance that life abounds in my absence.
Perhaps it's time to glance in the dust and make sure that I'm proud of the tracks I leave in the road.
Someone will see them.
Like an ancient soap opera that draws us housewives daily.
Pre-recorded tapes that tell the drama that unfolded in our absence.
The stories old as time itself but the draw still the imediate news of the day.
A sure warning of tresspassers.
Signs of a friend that already knows I'm here.
Baby photos.
A warning of predation.
Assurance that life abounds in my absence.
Perhaps it's time to glance in the dust and make sure that I'm proud of the tracks I leave in the road.
Someone will see them.
