Wednesday, April 8, 2009

Poem from Daniel

Fields in Hilliard, Ohio

A tractor drudges forward taking up both sides of the road.
Reflectors flash stop.
A mother and son in a mini-van drive to their humble abode.

The fields stretch out beyond the trees
leaving miles of scenery for the eye to behold.
The mother glances at the son with a gentle loving ease.

She does not see the tractor ahead,
the road is slick with rain.
Now she fears they'll end up dead.

The tractor stalls, the crash nears

and suddenly, This story ends in tears.

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