Tuesday, August 22, 2006

I Lived in a Place Where There Were No Hills

Where the people were as flat and uninteresting as the landscape
Where the southern drawl washed over you like warm lake water
Where the sun baked the grass brown and crisp
Where two years stretched into an eternity

I lived in a place where there were no hills,
And, in the heat of Summer, I remember asking my father,
"Where will we sled when it snows?"
He had no answer. It never snowed.

1 comment:

  1. Nice. But I would not want to live there.