Paint Chip Poetry
GOOD FORTUNE Good fortune lies Beyond this golden gate If the past is bittersweet as tealeaves The future is as fresh as new parchment, like an empty chalkboard, waiting Something sweet as wild huckleberry Lies beyond this mountain peak ON THE ROAD The air is still as baby’s breath The rolling hills just a grass stain on the horizon The sun’s rays rise like a spotlight on this mountain town I'm an adventurer, out stalking a dragon And I want no ruby slippers to bring me home