We travel through sunlight and falling leaves,
On the road of orange peel and poppy seeds.

The sidewalks are plentiful with towering oaks, and on shiny brass benches sit happy just folk.

In the fields, the children fly their homemade kites.
Different shapes and colors, no two were alike.
Swooping and swishing like the flight pattern of bees.
Carried high in the sky by the honey scented breeze.

Further down the road, passing such strange things.

Men in checkered suits with crowns of past kings.

Smoking spotted flamingos with rapidly shedding wings.

Beautiful lady dancers, keeping their balance on rolling tires.
Smooth pale skin and eyes like blue fire.

Many would pass with laughter.
A few would stop and sing, and some were lifeless puppets attached to pastel colored strings.

Oh what a place!
What a very odd design!

Soaking in all the amazement in our 'I can't believe it! ' eyes.

Let us stay the course!
Lets see just where it leads!

On the road of orange peel and poppy seeds.

Johnny Watt

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