Closet Poet Jam

Here's our results so far....
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by Gaby, Andrea, Marianna and Kate



Its snowing where I'm going
and its snowing where I've been.
My beams reflection on the road ahead
is the only light I've seen.


I remember in the summer
We weren’t bothered by the heat
We ran through sprinklers, drank from hoses
Played kick the can on Dravis street

If I were in Florida,
It'd be hot and steamy.
Now I'm in this snow-bound world,
My view is white and gleamy.

with the warm thump of my wiperblades
my sense of self becomes the car
who's to say I'm not in a spaceship
dodging cosmic dust ,while longing for my star

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by John


“It’s snowing where I’m going
And it’s snowing where I’ve been
My beams reflection on the road ahead
Is the only light I’ve seen”.

Dorothy wakes up, the snow is gone
The snow was only a dream.
Nothing that wonderful ever happens in Kansas.
Dorothy is about to scream.

It’s a boring day in Kansas
I’ve had it up to here with all of them.
So I jammed the Jeep in four wheel drive
Oops, I backed over Aunty Em.

It’s windy, mighty windy
The wind’s ‘a blowin’ quite severe.
Still nothing beats the open road,
Springsteen and a six-pack of beer.

It’s raining, I’m not complaining
It’s raining fierce and then it fades.
I’m very glad that Uncle Henry
Installed new wiper blades.

It’s hailing, but I’m not wailing
The chunks are hailing crossways wise
Tis a good thing Hickory applied
A second coat of Simoniz.

Twas a twister, almost missed her
Twas a twister mighty grand
The Jeep became a flying monkey, now my
GPS says “Munchkinland”