He pays the toll
peck east
peck west
She’s the vehicle for
this journey
over-heavy for the road
burdened by billboards
Her engine rattles,
clanks,
thuds
down the road.
The convoy carries on
taking
a toll.
T h i s i s a
t
e
e
.
.
.
(Snicker. Sometimes I do things just to amuse myself. Ignore me).
T h i s i s a
t
r
e
e
.
.
(with apologies to Joyce Kilmer, who’s right, ’cause it isn’t as lovely as the real thing)
You are
an uncommon mystery
that baffles the sleuths
You are
a melodious litany
of spiritual truths
You are
a sonorous villainy
raising the roofs
You are
in my periphery
and have been since youth.
.
.
.
.
.
Don’t ask. Sometimes I don’t have a clue what they’re really about, either. 😉

I was pleased to submit this poem to a cool project!
Acton Scott Farm in Shropshire England has a resident poet called Jean Atkin running a fascinating poetry project that she outlines on her blog: http://actonscottfarmpoet.wordpress.com/ Check it out!
Love those beautiful Shire horses!
I’d love a trip to England to visit the farm. If you’re a little closer than Western Canada, you should go! 🙂

If this doesn’t make sense to you, here is theremin virtuoso Clara Rockmore in action: