It's over the hill ~~ Writing for Tuesday
Just over the hill
What's over the hill, do you want to know
What's over the hill, do you want to know
You may think you know but do you really
I surely don't know what lies over there
We shall wait and see
Farmer's pride with colors changed from the last
It's all new to me I expect to see
Chickens and horses lambs and pigs as well Farmer's pride with colors changed from the last
We can wait and see
Perhaps there'll be a circus fun and bright
Clowns and tight rope walkers trapeze artists
Three rings, bears walking elephants painting
Can we wait and see
Or a shopping strip with gasoline oil
Or a shopping strip with gasoline oil
A place to grab a bite use the rest room
Buy the kids a toy Ice cream cone to go
We will wait and see
You've been there before now won't be the same
You'll see yesterday has changed for today
You've been there before now won't be the same
You'll see yesterday has changed for today
We don't know ahead hope for a surprise
We must wait and see
We must wait and see
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- Photos and Poem Copyright, © Jimmiehov 2018, All Rights Reserved
- I'm linked with Sanaa Rizvi in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/08/the-tuesday-platform_14.html?m=1
Labels: Driving Pictures, Syllabic Form, Tuesday Platform
posted by Jim @ 8/14/2018 01:15:00 AM
15 comments
15 Comments:
Oh I love the hope and expectancy in this poem. Beautiful writing, Jim 💖
Oh this is certainly the case revisiting a place so many years after the last time. Sadly for me I always prefer the place I once knew for thats is where my memories are. However with kids you can be excited too for them!
Oh, the waiting is palpable in your verse. There's this underlying excitement which makes it so full of life and pleasure.
Lovely!
-HA
I smiled, remembering road trips I went on with the family when my kids were little.
Oh, what fun! I like surprises.
I will cross my fingers for a circus! Fun.
What fun. The expectation.
Meh. Sometimes the other side of the hill is better. Usually it's just different. I hope what the speaker finds is at least different in an interesting way.
Things certainly do not stay the same do they? I remember going back to my grandparents home when I was a bit older and suddenly it seemed so small when I remembered it being big. I was going to say you could practically have done this for the prompt we had at The Sunday Muse....here is the link https://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/ Join us sometime, we would love for you to participate.
Oh the joy of exploring unfamiliar places, Jim, which you've captured in this poem!
You've been there before now won't be the same
You'll see yesterday has changed for today
Mysteriously presented is a situation that will be more appreciated as the scene will be akin to a new picture to be further explored.A good one Dr Jim!
Hank
Just wanted to pop back and say you are very welcome on the invite to the Muse. :-) I understand being blogged down with reading and blogging, so just join us eventually at any time in the future. We will still be there.
Love this, Jim!
Yes, the Grass is always greener on the other side. Getting there is one thing, but jumping the fence is still another. We dontd Know the "other side" until we awaken to see it.
Love the Poem, Jim.
Why am I suddenly hearing the chorus of "Anticipation!" Your varied repetition of each stanza's closing line works wonders!
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