Well, it's Sunday morning and I am sitting in my real estate law class. Wireless internet plus laptop for notetaking = blogging during class, lol. We're reviewing a chapter I'm quite comfy with so, I thought I might take a moment to say hello :-)
Friday night, we had an away high school football game and the band travels to all away games. It was such a beautiful evening: sunny, mild, light breezy night. The corn is coming off now, beans are turning, the final cuttings of alfala and hay are coming off. The season is turning, one of the delights of living in the midwest. The bus ride was absolute bliss, windows down, diesel fumes (reminds me of my high schol days), kids singing and laughing behind the sounds of the country music playing on my iPod. All of this inspired me to write this:
Jostling, leaning, bouncing noisily on our way...
Sounds of youth streaming throughout the metal cylinder,
we make our way over sun-covered, breezy hills of dried cornstalks,
nearly amber as they rattle from the passing breeze of our clatter-trap,
diesel fumed behemoth.
Arms over seat backs... Squeaky voices, shrill, throaty tones sing the latest and greatest.
"Are we there yet?" Just you look out now, for here comes the band!