Lori Olivier's Blog – February 2016 Archive (2)

A kid in the back of an old Chevy truck

Stares out in wonder to a world he calls "Up"

Over the hills and down winding, steep roads

His imagination takes flight and away it goes



Behind sea green eyes blaze a trail of places

With old, ragged cowboys and rodeo clown faces

In towns with odd names that never found it to maps

Where adventure beckons on past the brims of old hats



A kite and a key on a dark, dark, dark night

A first apprentice to… Continue

Through darkened streets on lamp lit paths

My pulse begins to race

Seven years I've wearily wandered this path

And have yet to see one single face



Not one pair of eyes, nor hair, nor smiles

What they wear I haven't a clue

But I unmistakably recognize character

As I pass by people's shoes



The untied shoes of youngsters

That skip past me without care

To the boots of a construction worker

Working diligently for his fair… Continue