By Austin P. Torney
Copyright 2012 Austin P. Torney
She loves road trips; the autumn colors called,
So we were off on the ups and downs,
She with taped ankle and myself with wrist,
The warriors running away from home.
The scene was of the turning leaves falling,
Unspoken poems reciting the paths flown,
Only now the scene painted with the words,
As music played poems sung to melodies.