Potholes.© 2015 Walterrean Salley
Huge potholes lined
The dirt roads that led to
A small cottage where lived my dear
Days? No problem.
But when it rained. Oh, when
It rained. Things began to morph and
Began to fill
With water, then morph to
Muddy pits. One had to swerve left.
Largest hole, the
Granddaddy of all, was
Hard to maneuver. So, Mom parked