Victory Road

It isn't the race track between lines, belonging in a place to recalled by one city name of Bradford, New York. offspring trees are charmed, midsummer paths were hugely tall out to the community levels, uptight winded blew and flew upward, usually downward coming thoroughly sooth, gardening was totally homemade, open mic bars and clubs to entertain enough, as many of  sportsmanship is much to see, let it be free, keep those rhythmical melodies in a certain way, musical theaters around in these parks out there, it takes your breath away so easily, that's why is called the victory road, every little spot to able to shine the brightest, the ordinary storyteller poet will stand on stages willingly to speak out loud and clear

Written by
Michael James Brindley
2-10-20