I’m borrowing the tradition of Free Verse Friday from francoBeans at the Change I Wish to See. I may or may not manage it every Friday, but we’ll see. As far as some of the other traditions out there, I haven’t yet come up with anything for TMI Thursday, and I would do Wordless Wednesday except I. Just . Can’t.
So yeah. A few lines inspired by this week’s happenings.
America
America sounds
like echoes in the Grand Canyon
like the roar of rocket launches
like a lingering idea of liberty
America smells
like Georgia peaches and Oregon roses
like city cars and country farms
like unpacking something new
America looks
like a welcoming New York statue
like red Arizona rocks and white Colorado snows
and blue notes ringing from New Orleans guitars
America tastes
like the salt air of the Keys
like slow cooked Texas chili
like the thrill of victory and the pain of war
America feels
like the smack! of ball in glove
like the warmth of new-baked apple pie
like a new home – where I already live.