Hill Road

Hill Road

Whenever I drive on the road in town
I feel on edge; too tightly bound.
The streets, they seem a perfect line –
suffocating creativity – hindering the mind.
Hill roads I need; their curving slopes –
fuel for my drive – a spark for my hopes.

About gnarlyoak

"Nestled sporadically over great and endless knolls, devoid of life during dry summer months, the oak trees of Los Altos Hills – so numerous around my home – speak to me in an unheard language. Like any person I am the sum of my successes and failures but unlike the masses I have heard the language of the oaks – I found meaning in their forgotten voice." - Song of the Oak
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3 Responses to Hill Road

  1. Jingle says:

    perfect rhymes.
    thanks for sharing.

  2. ladynimue says:

    nice thought ! and perfect rhyming 🙂

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