Saturday, April 12, 2014

Road 64

School bus tells the graveyard,
I see the country roads.

Graveyard shows the windows
newly opened ground.

Farm folk shade their eyes,
lay their burden down.

The bus gears moan,
round and round and round.


Jan said...

Life and death,
young and old.
So goes the circle of life
round and round~

I love your words, William, and I usually read them over and over again.

William Michaelian said...

Bless us both, Jan, there is no better fate than to be in the care of friends.