Taking a road trip down interstate 9

The street was lined with murmuring pines

You wouldn’t miss them, as you whisked by

They spoke softly of the things they have seen

A grape orchard hid behind the line

I could smell the aroma blowing off the vines

A spectacular view, a backdrop of blues

The hues of the sun, having so much fun

The ins and outs and in-between

The colors of nature

A beauty to be seen

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Vera Jackson © 2013