Tractor
01-07-2009, 20:12
There is a map on my fridge
It’s tall but it’s narrow.
Tilt it a bit right
It lines up with North arrow.
A thin red line
Winds in a peculiar manner
Between Springer in the south
And Katadin in Maine’s middle matter.
I’ve made my red line
Both brighter and wider.
Section by section
Higher and higher.
New Jersey is next
Maybe on into MA.
Depends on some things
All working out OK.
I may go back in the spring
Or maybe the fall.
It doesn’t matter when
As long as at all.
I may go alone
Or maybe with friends.
Either way it’s all good
I’ll be there again.
This narrow map on the fridge
Is worn and a bit tattered
But it allows me to trace
Many steps that so much matter.
Steve Dunnavant, 2009
It’s tall but it’s narrow.
Tilt it a bit right
It lines up with North arrow.
A thin red line
Winds in a peculiar manner
Between Springer in the south
And Katadin in Maine’s middle matter.
I’ve made my red line
Both brighter and wider.
Section by section
Higher and higher.
New Jersey is next
Maybe on into MA.
Depends on some things
All working out OK.
I may go back in the spring
Or maybe the fall.
It doesn’t matter when
As long as at all.
I may go alone
Or maybe with friends.
Either way it’s all good
I’ll be there again.
This narrow map on the fridge
Is worn and a bit tattered
But it allows me to trace
Many steps that so much matter.
Steve Dunnavant, 2009