When I was 14, my favorite poet was Jim Morrison. A lot has changed since then, but my mind still hears his voice recite these lines from "An American Prayer" just about every time I walk by this graffiti.
Awake
Shake dreams from your hair
My pretty child, my sweet one
Choose the day, choose the sign of your day
The day's divinity
First thing you see.
A soft radiant beach
in a cool jeweled moon
Couples naked race down by its quiet side
And we laugh like soft, mad children...
Also, thanks to Shari at Spearmint Decor for blogging my Roadside Photographs. She wrote that my photographs make her want to go "on a roadtrip to every small town [she has] never heard of." I love it! Check it out here.
Shake dreams from your hair
My pretty child, my sweet one
Choose the day, choose the sign of your day
The day's divinity
First thing you see.
A soft radiant beach
in a cool jeweled moon
Couples naked race down by its quiet side
And we laugh like soft, mad children...
There's more to the poem, but you know, it's been a long time, and frankly I'm a little surprised I remember as much as I do!
What would your mind recite if you walked by this graffiti?
What would your mind recite if you walked by this graffiti?
Also, thanks to Shari at Spearmint Decor for blogging my Roadside Photographs. She wrote that my photographs make her want to go "on a roadtrip to every small town [she has] never heard of." I love it! Check it out here.
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i wandered over here via SS and have to tell ya, i love this photo
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