Posted: April 25, 2015 in creative writing

Watching the green wheat waves roll across the fields
we are reminded of a football stadium and enthusiastic fans.
Marveling at the migrating herds of wildebeests stampeding
remind us of congested and crowded morning rush hour traffic.
Seeing the steep jagged cliffs and tall mountains of the Rockies
we think of how steel girders rise to form man’s tallest buildings.
When did the tenor become the vehicle of our metaphors….


  1. perspective skewed by natures press against steel, our hearts and bodies reshaped by time. This is the natural order of change…

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  2. So true and expressed so well, J!
    Also, sad.
    I’m always filled with joy to escape to those places where concrete, pavement, etc. have not taken over. Oh, the joy of a lake, a forest of trees, a dirt road, a mountainside of wildflowers, etc…yes. 🙂
    (((HUGS))) 🙂

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