Erin Robinson

Dead End
Erin Robinson
The snake I ride,
Has an uneven body,
That twists,
And turns.

Trees whiz by,
As I move on,
Down it’s length.

I stop,
Abruptly,
For I see the end.

It seems closer,
The ride was short,
But I’m there,
That’s that.

I pull off the road,
The snake in my mind,
Look at the road,
I knew so well.

I push the undergrowth,
I’m at the spot,

A Beginning’s End
Erin Robinson
When you enter this world, you’re soft and warm,
You’re cuddled with love, by your mother’s touch,
Passed to your father who loves your small form,
Siblings stand by, they love you very much.

Can you remember your first tricycle,
The first time you drove, on short car drive,
Your first snowstorm, with every ice cycle,