I penned a poem in honor of Earth Day. Things change when one parks the car and becomes a pedestrian.
Trade In
Trade In
Had a head on collision with my conscience
during rush hour gridlock, as I inhaled motorists'
tobacco smoke and engine exhaust.
during rush hour gridlock, as I inhaled motorists'
tobacco smoke and engine exhaust.
Popped the clutch, took a great escape exit.
Twisted my ring, vowed to hang up the key,
trade my lead foot for a flat foot experience.
Swapped my speedometer for a pedometer,
raised my metabolism, lowered my blood pressure
racked up the miles, added more smiles.
Not missing the highway din, weaving out and in.
Enjoying my excursions and all the diversions.
Discoveries abound: curb appeal is money found.
Twisted my ring, vowed to hang up the key,
trade my lead foot for a flat foot experience.
Swapped my speedometer for a pedometer,
raised my metabolism, lowered my blood pressure
racked up the miles, added more smiles.
Not missing the highway din, weaving out and in.
Enjoying my excursions and all the diversions.
Discoveries abound: curb appeal is money found.
You should be nominated for Poet Laureate.
ReplyDeleteThat is amazing, Linda! I agree with Lynn!
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ReplyDeletegreat job...fun but meaningful!!!
Love it! Perfect poem for Earth Day.
ReplyDeleteLinda--You can write poetry AND prose.
ReplyDeleteCute poem, Linda!
ReplyDeletePat
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Glad you got all revved up to ditch your engine and save the Earth!
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