Le Voyage Magnifique

A five minute drill.

A week before I turned eighteen,
my folks bid me fond adieu,
put me on that big silver bird,
and sent me out into the world.

I was off to college in Alabama,
a 1000 miles as the crow flies,
but a galaxy away in terms of cultural differences.

Peering through the window of the puddle-jumper
from Atlanta to Montgomery,
I saw the red dirt roads meandering through green Georgia pines,
like varicose veins sprawling across some alien landscape.

The drive from Montg...

Wow! That was quick. The old geezer’s fingers couldn’t scrawl fast enough to cram all the images his Muse was conjuring into that teeny bit of time-space.

...to be continued at a later date.