Nineteen 7th graders,
three mothers and a teacher board the snub-nosed Blue Bird school bus early
Tuesday for a two-hour trip to Honors Contest, the highest level of choir
competition in south Arkansas.
At the edge of town, we turn
south onto Highway 35, a winding state road to Sheridan.
around a curve...the petrified store...its green foliage background
Close to the fences, bushy pines--like caged animals
begging--stretch branches to passersby. Further back, shrouded crowds of
slender trunks reach for sun’s sustenance, green only at the tops. Dogwoods
spatter shadowy trunks with winter white; holly bushes brighten the somberness.
two-lane
curves through timberland
many shades of green
wisteria still...sleeping in weathered frame...redbud shatters
At Sheridan, we turn east. The browns and grays of
oak, elm and gum are flecked with chartreuse tints of hackberry, the fuschia of
redbud, pink of peach, apricot of early maples. Orange-red sawbriars cling to
lower branches, as if jealous of the new growth.
fractured deer stand
standing over the burned field
new ochre buds
We pass a Christmas-tree farm. Farther on, a pine—trimmed from the high-wire right-of-way—stands--an ancient bonsai giant. Furrows of freshly plowed garden spots stand ankle deep in rainwater.
greening pasture
school bus carcass
behind the feed shed
A two-story house rises from the woods, the cleared brush used as fencing. An old Cotton Belt train car now hawks used trucks.
This side of Pine Bluff, a large white sign reads: PENITENTIARY AREA/ BEWARE OF HITCHHIKERS
prisoner
of driver's C-W station
haiku hitchhiking
Wow I love this. Such an excellent piece of creative writing about something as simple as a drive to Pine Bluff...
ReplyDeleteThanks, Talya. These many years later, I thought it wasn't half bad!! I have another one for next spring! lol
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