Ice

 
Ever travel down an icy road
And noticed the stiilness of the air?
 
The tree’s are tall and barren,
No feathered friend’s are perched!
 
The field’s are wide and empty….
And, the hum of the engine,
Breaks the eerie sound of silence?
 
In this vast sea of time,
You feel so lonely on this deserted pathway…
 
Wondering as you are passing,
Where or when will this journey end?
 
 

C. Monette

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