Down To the Road

It’ll be the same thought, walk-like hike adventure awaits till this day forward, totally wild and mild take, the bake sunlight rise to the amusing skyline, down to the road would have sincere, wear something warm and fuzzy, breeze kickingly in flow cooler night when the poetic moonrise pops up, and let the true colors reclaim, down to the road could’ve been nice and mellow, the moon turns yellow shape, the night shift golf eightieth hole, hit to the golf pole straight through hole in one every single time straight, you’ve got the Eagle and Birdie till this moment of fame and fun receiver,    

 

Written by

Michael James Brindley

11-8-25