The Drive Home

Randall Schoff

The Drive Home

dirty cars splash grey water on each other

traffic lights continue their endless job of directing

the sun briefly observed the winter chaos

then went back into its cloudy hiding

robins search for lethargic earthworms

deer nibble at leftover corn in muddy valleys

buzzards peck at an unidentifiable carcass

a groundhog scans a field for springtime

hungry workers tiptoe through littered puddles

seeking security in their favorite dining halls

chatting about the weather, complaining futile

oblivious to the chilly creek waters

trees sway to an invisible wind song

a hawk maneuvers through an impossible maze

farmers drag firewood on their rusty tractors

businessmen shave and straighten their ties

I, finally arrive home, to my safe cave

free from the ongoing hustle of nature

free from the pursuing of the dream

free from the reality of time ticking forever

Published by Randall Schoff

I was in the Marine Corps for 4 years, stationed in Hawaii, in the Marine Band. Then I worked for the Post Office for 17 years. Now, I'm a stay-at-home dad. I've always loved to write, and try to write a lit...  View profile

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  • Carol Rucker6/14/2009

    beautiful poem

  • bw Frampton2/11/2008

    Randy
    The men at the diners...
    I could listen to them, (usually the seniors), talk about todays weather, and weather of forgotten winters all day long.
    Great descriptive poem.

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