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Hitchhiker
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Hitchhiker |
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XOx Uriah xOX Senior Member
since 2006-02-11
Posts 1403Virginia 
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Here I stand... at an intersection... Thumb, protruding from fist. Going through... A commuter inspection... Here, in the morning mist. Some honk their horns... Some wave a hand... Cold and forlorn... Here I stand. The keepers of the payment books, In morning rush to keep new cars... Cast frightened, sometimes scornful looks, That to self esteem, can maim and mar. Their schedule eludes lending a hand. The thumb still protrudes... and still... Here I stand... Mortgages, boats and dreams still afar... Their shoes blister and designer ties choke. The worriers scramble about in their cars... Seeing me as a threat or a joke. Ah ! A rare and brave scrambler... Grants a warm hearted smile; A tailor-made smoke; And a couple of miles. Too soon the ride ended; With sincere shaking of hands; My perspective has mended; And again... Here I stand... |
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icequeen Senior Member
since 2001-12-09
Posts 633FL USA |
What a cool tale to tell... while I hope you don't really hitchhike (its so dangerous now) I love the thought of being out on the road without the baggage that all those people carry in briefcases and ipods, and waiting for one like soul to stop and say hop in. Caroline He who wants a rose must respect the thorn. |
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Jack Straw Member
since 2006-03-02
Posts 70 |
I enjoyed this poem there's nothing so free as a hitchhiker. But unfortunately people tend to shun hitchhikers nowadays. |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
Much enjoyed! *hugs*...jo |
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