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My Hopes Are Dashed and Scattered


My hopes are dashed and scattered,
There’s no more grace to spare,
For flyaway potatoes
Have landed everywhere!
They’ve landed on my shoulders,
They’ve landed on my knee,
They’ve landed in the ocean,
They’ve landed in the sea.
Some folks would call it bounty,
But I call it bad luck
To live in Tater County
And drive a tater truck.
Perhaps I should be grateful
For taters, lanes, and such,
But after three bad crashes,
I am not grateful much.


 

Poem © 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Why

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An old farm truck rusts in the sun, Yuma Conservation Garden, Yuma, Arizona
 


Why do all things fall apart?

 
Text and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Miles

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Retired and rusting farm truck, Yuma Conservation Garden, Yuma, Arizona
 


How many journeys to market
Did the old yellow truck make?
How many miles of deep potholes?
Tell me: How long did it take?

 
Poem and photo © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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