Thoughts While on Spring Break

These weathered mountains of old

Colored by the souls who call them home

Enchanted by steeped history

And buildings of ages past.


A foreigner to hillscapes

People bumper to—

Hey, can I cut you off?

Craziness which borders insanity,

Leaves me shaking my head.

…And I thought Tampa was bad?


A sign to remind passersby

Of smoking muskets and war cries

Stands stoically on that lonesome hill

As I fly right on by.





2 thoughts on “Thoughts While on Spring Break

  1. Beth says:

    great place to visit..but you didn’t even tell me you were going. You are punished.. great poem though!!!!

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