"equine" poems - Hello Poetry

Hello old friend, With your tall sweeping evergreens Towering almost endlessly Into a blue clear sky The endless swell of traffic Cars peeling down the street The smell of roasted coffee beans From some hole-in-the-wall cafe The obvious transplant donning an umbrella in the Autumnal warm rain The light sprinkling of water enough To nurture the verdant green Hello old friend, Mt. Rainier, she greets me, Looming ever majestically Over expanses of tree and road Her white peaks cresting over Fields of blossoming flowers The tulip fields scattered across the sloping Skagit Valley, her vineyards spanning for miles and miles Hello old friend, Seattle's grungy nature Masked by her streets of trendy Cafes and farm-to-table restaurants Her mom and pop cafes Her canvas gray dress marred by graffiti And street tags The busker on the street corner panhandling for change The homeless sheltering under a cardboard blanket outside of a Starbuck's The transplant with the umbrella stopping down to drop change in their jar The crumpled dollar The locals who pointedly ignore him on their way to work, to school, back home, to somewhere...anywhere... The constant dazed bustle The stench and pungent odor of **** Curling around every seedy corner and Affluent street crossing Hello old friend, It's been a while Let me nestle into your newness A new coast greets me across the horizon Replaced by homespun everything Pastoral fields where the bovine and equine reside Hello old friend, I suppose you're home now I suppose you're home...

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Oct 30, 2021

Oct 30, 2021 at 10:46 PM UTC

girl-diffused

My Old Friend

Hello old friend, With your tall sweeping evergreens Towering almost endlessly Into a blue clear sky The endless swell of traffic Cars peeling down the street The smell of roasted coffee beans From some hole-in-the-wall cafe The obvious transplant donning an umbrella in the Autumnal warm rain The light sprinkling of water enough To nurture the verdant green Hello old friend, Mt. Rainier, she greets me, Looming ever majestically Over expanses of tree and road Her white peaks cresting over Fields of blossoming flowers The tulip fields scattered across the sloping Skagit Valley, her vineyards spanning for miles and miles Hello old friend, Seattle's grungy nature Masked by her streets of trendy Cafes and farm-to-table restaurants Her mom and pop cafes Her canvas gray dress marred by graffiti And street tags The busker on the street corner panhandling for change The homeless sheltering under a cardboard blanket outside of a Starbuck's The transplant with the umbrella stopping down to drop change in their jar The crumpled dollar The locals who pointedly ignore him on their way to work, to school, back home, to somewhere...anywhere... The constant dazed bustle The stench and pungent odor of **** Curling around every seedy corner and Affluent street crossing Hello old friend, It's been a while Let me nestle into your newness A new coast greets me across the horizon Replaced by homespun everything Pastoral fields where the bovine and equine reside Hello old friend, I suppose you're home now I suppose you're home...