We travel through sunlight and falling leaves, <br />On the road of orange peel and poppy seeds. <br /> <br />The sidewalks are plentiful with towering oaks, and on shiny brass benches sit happy just folk. <br /> <br />In the fields, the children fly their homemade kites. <br />Different shapes and colors, no two were alike. <br />Swooping and swishing like the flight pattern of bees. <br />Carried high in the sky by the honey scented breeze. <br /> <br />Further down the road, passing such strange things. <br /> <br />Men in checkered suits with crowns of past kings. <br /> <br />Smoking spotted flamingos with rapidly shedding wings. <br /> <br />Beautiful lady dancers, keeping their balance on rolling tires. <br />Smooth pale skin and eyes like blue fire. <br /> <br />Many would pass with laughter. <br />A few would stop and sing, and some were lifeless puppets attached to pastel colored strings. <br /> <br />Oh what a place! <br />What a very odd design! <br /> <br />Soaking in all the amazement in our 'I can't believe it! ' eyes. <br /> <br />Let us stay the course! <br />Lets see just where it leads! <br /> <br />On the road of orange peel and poppy seeds.<br /><br />Johnny Watt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/les-lieux-tranges/
