Jan. 8, 2016

Throwback Potholes

Potholes.
Huge potholes lined
The dirt roads that led to
A small cottage where lived my dear
Granny.

Sunny
Days? No problem.
But when it rained. Oh, when
It rained. Things began to morph and
Thus change.

The holes
Began to fill
With water, then morph to
Muddy pits. One had to swerve left.
Then right.

And the
Largest hole, the
Granddaddy of all, was
Hard to maneuver. So, Mom parked
And walked.

© 2015 Walterrean Salley