potholes in the road by Kristina Woodhill when i walk by myself along paths and roads close to home i am the leader of the pack the path finder my foot falls first and foremost i seem to speed along on that inside fast track; the world left squinting bleary eyed in my dust yo! i feel as tall as the Astoria Column at least as young as i was when i was as strong as any Amazon i know you remember - my long blond hair flew by you like a jet stream on fire; el Nino chased me through that upper stratosphere no whip needed, he was greedy for my speed yo! my legs feel as long as any young filly bred for the Preakness at her peak rounding that last bend for home sweet, sweet Pimlico home no hands could grab my reins as my hooves dug in and sped ahead where your trot could not contain my inner gallop; when the hunt was up the cry "view halloo!" carried with conviction on my fierce northwest wind whoa! when i walk with friends or family odd things happen to my crystal clear HD ego reality; like inspector gadget in reverse, someone perverse is pushing my buttons my legs squish short like a munchkin mannequin and i enter that waking dream where my feet never catch up and the finish-line ribbon flaps in my far distant view already ripped through ho! i am the ragged hem dragging on a little girl's backyard ground the tag-along in this new generation's song i'm asking for your hand, child, to hold me to it to help me pull on those wonder woman tights one more day at a time as i begin to navigate the growing potholes in my road 03/10/2009 Author's Note: I\'d like to say this is about my mom\'s generation - I\'d like to....;) Edited to accurately place the Preakness. Posted on 03/10/2009 Copyright © 2026 Kristina Woodhill Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 03/11/09 at 12:26 AM Phenominal analogy for the aging process. Some of us know it all too well! Posted by George Hoerner on 03/11/09 at 01:52 AM If you don't take arthritis medicine yet I don't want to hear it. It is cute and remember how fast you were when you get there. Posted by Laurie Blum on 03/11/09 at 03:22 AM I completely enjoyed this... It is like Alice in Wonderland first she has long legs and huge strides ...then squishy short! Wonderful. Posted by Jared Fladeland on 03/11/09 at 05:28 PM Your mom's generation? But I remember inspector gadget and a few other fun references Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 03/12/09 at 03:07 PM Lo! I am spirited by yon poem and am gearing up to runalongaside with you and feel the sprint of newfound favorite, preaking its way into my bones! Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 03/13/09 at 01:53 PM when I read this, Kristina, I still sense in you, the strength of the Amazon. and still at your filly and at your peak and ever up to speed. Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 03/14/09 at 03:11 PM Pardon the cliché Kristina, but a higly spirited and a pleasure to read. Excellent use of the walking, potholes in metaphor to symbolize the trip through life. Posted by Laura Doom on 04/05/09 at 08:28 PM Well, this one made me lose my balance. Any reference to *the hunt* assails me with incredulity and revulsion -- impossible to reconcile myself to aspects of social attitudes and behaviours associated with previous generations. Sound poetic commentary though :> Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.1 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 36 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2026 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)