Exphrastic Poetry...on Roadsigns, Rebellion and Rambling

 Poetic Bloomings Prompt: Ekphrastic Poetry 

An old highway-sign

Scarred with weather and lead

Won’t teach you to drive

Or put sense in your head

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We tripped over the sign on our way to the top

of the hill where the daisies were starting to bloom

but thirty five miles is much too fast

for grass highways in God’s living-room

so we dragged it as best as we were able

to the top and used it for our picnic table

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Time flies they say

And so will we

If we don't obey

The posted speed

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This is the spot

Where she did not heed

The caution of

The posted speed

Now all that is left

Is weather and years

In a little place

Called the vale of tears

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Don’t drink and drive

Don’t play with guns

And if the cop is chasing you

DON’T try to out-run

Them

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That sign in the grass reminds us

That Time will pass; so why do we fuss

Over all that will drift as a seed on the wind?

Let’s just laugh, love, live and be kind