NOT THE “SAME ROUTE”
The route I took walking home,
Late that night alone…
I’ve reversed driving
Memories surviving,
In daylight is not the same road.
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Can’t hear the water gurgle,
Or the dogs bark against any “burgle”…
Other sounds are nixed
‘Til my muffler is fixed,
In a varying roar I am encircled!
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The pace of my walk is gone,
What takes a few minutes seems wrong…
The effort I made
On that upward grade,
Was hard, but I heard bird song.
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I couldn’t see the “goose landing lights”
On the mill-pond dam, at night…
Devoid of mystery,
Just driving through the scene
Is not the same as walking there at night.
–Jonathan Caswell
By the Mighty Mumford 
So deep, in a really thoughtful way, Jonathan! In a car, especially with the muffler sounds, you don’t hear nor do you see the same things as when you are walking. Very nicely written and I enjoy the pictures you draw with your words!
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Thank you…especially that you can perceive pictures from the words. That is one of my major objectives as a poet. It is nice to have succeeded with such a sensitive creative person like yourself! 🙂 ORT-ORT-ORT-ORT-ORT!!!! (WE CAN SHARE THE SEAL OF APPROVAL, i THINK, ON THIS ONE!)
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WHEN THE CAR BREAKS DOWN…THINGS LOOK DIFFERENT HAVING TO WALK HOME.
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