"offroad" poems - Hello Poetry

there’s no magic to be found on peaceful garden paths whose every rock and rut are worn by footfalls from the past adventure lies in wilderness and stories never told the magic made by pioneers unafraid to tread off road

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Jun 19, 2015

Jun 19, 2015 at 10:24 AM UTC

david-hall

offroad

there’s no magic to be found on peaceful garden paths whose every rock and rut are worn by footfalls from the past adventure lies in wilderness and stories never told the magic made by pioneers unafraid to tread off road

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I live in one of those small mostly untainted towns not trendy, just funky and innocent the kind that’s becoming rara villa en terra. No Starbucks. But modern winds bring dust and particles from larger cities around. They have infected our fauna which are morphing before our eyes. Last week I was at the pond where the deer come to drink at dusk and my heart broke. There was that huge seven-point whitetail buck the one I so admired huge, taut and fast but instead of hooves he was trod with Goodyear offroad tires. He saw me see him and embarrassed turned and sped away into the trees leaving rubber treadmarks in the loam.

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Jul 18, 2013

Jul 18, 2013 at 4:19 AM UTC

michael-hoffman

The Goodyear Off-Road Deer

I live in one of those small mostly untainted towns not trendy, just funky and innocent the kind that’s becoming rara villa en terra. No Starbucks. But modern winds bring dust and particles from larger cities around. They have infected our fauna which are morphing before our eyes. Last week I was at the pond where the deer come to drink at dusk and my heart broke. There was that huge seven-point whitetail buck the one I so admired huge, taut and fast but instead of hooves he was trod with Goodyear offroad tires. He saw me see him and embarrassed turned and sped away into the trees leaving rubber treadmarks in the loam.

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Those times we'd go four wheelin' with nothing on but the bikini top were the best of times. We'd jam Thorogood, take a cooler & disappear way up into the hills, get lost in the blm lands near skagway. And those trips into phantom canyon always gave us a chance to unwind. Pulling offroad up into the conifers sealed my fate with you. You were the perfect date Sunshine. With nothing on but a red bandana, screaming hallelujah on the roll bar. And there was never anybody around, but you and the warblers and me.

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Aug 12, 2014

Aug 12, 2014 at 6:03 AM UTC

jonny-angel

You And The Warblers And Me (Sunshine, The Perfect Date)

Those times we'd go four wheelin' with nothing on but the bikini top were the best of times. We'd jam Thorogood, take a cooler & disappear way up into the hills, get lost in the blm lands near skagway. And those trips into phantom canyon always gave us a chance to unwind. Pulling offroad up into the conifers sealed my fate with you. You were the perfect date Sunshine. With nothing on but a red bandana, screaming hallelujah on the roll bar. And there was never anybody around, but you and the warblers and me.

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