Dusty country roads, <br />hitch-hikers returning from jail <br />for growing the wrong crops; <br />strikingly contrast <br />a life in balance, <br />or a world in peace. <br /> <br />At the crossroads, <br />the road curves <br />as the dumb mutes <br />buy papers and beer <br />to cover their world. <br /> <br />Further ahead, <br />silently greeting castles <br />surround me <br />as suburbia <br />fades upon the city. <br /> <br />Then, the city proper, <br />all vibrant, and moaning <br />with angry young men <br />and angry stray cats <br />mingling in the darkness. <br /> <br />Soundly safe at home, <br />the car locked, <br />the door bolted; <br />i set the video <br />for an evening <br />of Comic Relief.<br /><br />Sandra Osborne<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-country-ride-home/
