Escape
Robinson Astaire didn’t have a care
As the bus ride got him there
From Point A to Point B
A chance to see the whole city
On the far side of the lake
His own rendering he would take
Of the mountains afar
And the Needle, its top light a star
Somewhere in the hustle and bustle
There were quiet parks where the leaves would rustle
But that would have to wait another day
For today was his time to look toward the bay.
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This is beautiful! So glad I found you on #AtoZChallenge!
Cabin Goddess