Take me Away…
Searching for Vegas vacations.
Feel like a perch on the ground for a spell,
Life at the moment is most surely not hell.
The piano is my friend,
My voice is my shelter.
In my prime they say,
Feeling miles away.
I stare at this screen,
Lost in the thought of what is to be.
~ Kellie J. Etterman
On the streets of Monroe,
steel buildings tower over the concrete city blocks,
They look strong;
enough to stand the test of time.
On the streets of Monroe,
Trees greet passerbys with a great big sweeping bow,
When the wind blows;
On the streets of Monroe,
Childish laughter can be heard,
and the faint click, click, clicking,
Echos into the morning sun.
On the streets of Monroe,
People are busy,
People are happy;
The sun always shines
On the streets of Monroe.
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