Across the road, just past the curve,
a trip around, one must fly,
to avoid the cars, rushing in and out, along the busy stretch,
Pulled off to catch a grip,
Of where I was and where I was going, busy and maniacal to the north, a placid scene just south,
I wanted to go in, but the gate was shut, I wanted to see what it held,
but all I could do, was look at the welded gate-top, and realize,
It was happiness there, and friends who cared what I thought, and cared that I listened,
All from the other side of the gate.
Ralph Peck
Photo by Ralph Peck
Verdigris, Oklahoma
“Where the elephants roam.”
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