(This is what I was thinking when I was driving home last night)
...Not a poem, just random thoughts.

Living in fast forward, a systematic organized path of perfection. Methodic chaos at its best. Why do we drive so fast? How fast can we close the gap between "point A" and "point B"? What about everything we miss in the middle? Why can't we enjoy the ride, turn off the radios...the phones, open the windows and drive under the speed limit. Get lost in what it all is. The textures of the praire grass, the smell of rain hitting the asphalt, the wind in your hair, your hands on the wheel. Drive through the city, stop to see the years of construction...cement slabs, broken sidewalks, graffi on traffic signs...who has been there? Who once walked down that street crying, who planted flowers in that old yard 50 years ago, whose son broke his arm on that damned slide in the park. Drive through the country, stop and look at miles of fields, abandoned farm houses, tilting barns. Close your eyes, what did this land look like before the farmers were here. What trees had been grown there by falling acorn and not by the hand of man. I never see trees in organic form of groups...always in lines. Symetrical lines planted by man...to border a propery, to beautify, to protect. Living in fast forward we dont have time for that acorn to fall on its own.

some of us just don't remember to do that once in a while...we really should!

a memory of acorns that i ate
under a great big oak and
black walnuts too
so hard they had to be hammered
broke bricks and chipped cement
and stained hands
smelled peppery for days and days
but the fruit was so tasty
only a squirrel
or maybe a chipmunk
would understand
envy even

Thank you all for posting

aww a lady after my own heart, stopping to smell the roses, oaktrees, green grass
and on, and on, and on,
sweety heres a lil something we all need to stop and smell once in awhile,


remember those days of rolling down grassy hills and feeling the cool grass on your skin,
ahh childhood joys and one i enjoyed just last year once again, LOL

Why thank you!

Thanks for the thoughts. Its ironic but we all rush home to turn on the reality t.v. How sad when all that once was real is replaced with an imitation of what's real.