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The Road Gods

Ever wonder why some roads are so deadly?

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Comment from jshep
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Great metaphor, Sherry. This is an excellent presentation and poem with a heartbreaking message from the past to the present. The roads are fine, the drivers are killers. See it far too often. Having had two car accidents in the past 2 mos, people ramming into our back in and sandwiching us between cars, I know there are nuts out there. Hope your dream is just that, and all will be well with your wolf-hybrid. Great job. No nits. Joyce

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 Comment Written 14-Jan-2009


reply by the author on 14-Jan-2009
    Joyce, thank you for taking the time to read & review my poem. In looking for Kim, we actually did see stretches of road with an abnormally high amount of road-kill and I guess my subconscious was trying to work out the reason behind it.

    Thank you for your well wishes for Kimba, but she's been gone since November of 2001. Though I hope that she found a good home somewhere, I will never know for sure.

    Again - thanks for reading - sherry
reply by jshep on 14-Jan-2009
    How sad, Sherry, but maybe her wolf said called and she has rejoined her natural instincts to be with Mother Nature. Keep that thought. Joyce
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whoa!
perhaps a Druid thought,
but so often i do see such stretches of road.
I'll steer clear, yet give you a 5 for the hair standing poem.

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 Comment Written 14-Jan-2009


reply by the author on 14-Jan-2009
    Thanks for the 5, foxtale. Looking for Kimba, I realized that are stretches of road like this, with dead animals every few miles (or sometimes, every few yards). I guess my sleeping self had to find a reason for it...

    sherry