Oh Hannah! Bend low,
And supplicate the road
The simple asphalt road
Is what your fetid presence goads.
Prepare to go.
You bag is not half-full.
The growing masses don't
know the shoulder's pull
The outdoors' cold is still,
Don't know the road.
The Oppurtunity
To read fables,
Having a similar viewpoint
On differnet content.
An accidental
Use of the Bible
While on the Hill,
—in the hard-pact outdoor chill,
There is a sort of code
—a finite skill.
Threre is a thrill
To the Main Road.
