It was planned for a day
The sun had just set and cast a glow over the sea.
As you look down the hill,
there are miles upon miles of green.
After hours upon hours of flat brown cornfields,
I wish to say it would be fascinating:
animals in their natural habitat.
The variety of them changes rapidly
in and around the seasons.
As I leave the car, the cold air hits me
And the inevitable-anxious reality dawns upon me
My last chance, it was, to make things work
There’s no going back now.
The crystal blue lake is vacant
With nothing but clear waters from end to end.
Weather is always changing- In some places more than others
Eyes stuck shut as I gather,
Not knowing where I was.
On the highway, trapped
A semi in front of me