Ode To An Intersection
You smell the newly cut grass and the smell of the spring air.
Kids are just coming out of school and we are waiting for all of them to leave
Oh intersection you have fathered many memories for me never to forget
Bloody clothes and bruises the size of a grapefruit
Anger that got passed over to other people because the houses didn’t like our yelling
You have brought me such joy with rugby and sports on those roads
The big field on the edge of your roads that made kids wish it wasn’t cold out
I had days where I drove down you and hated knowing that I was going to get cut and bruised
You made me dread and enjoy my days because you helped me make amazing friends but you
also made it come to the point of wanting to quit because of rugby
The run down house that always smelled bad and people were coming in and out all day and
night that had made us all think that it could’ve been a crack house
The cars that we hit on accident because we were kicking balls into the road
You made it possible to enjoy life and made it possible for me to finally make the helpful and
loving friends that I made along the way
You may just be a random suburb road that no one thinks can be amazing but you changed my
life everyday and I will never forget that and the things that came from you
Thank you so much for everything W. Camellia Ln. and NW. 8th St.