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25 May 2015 @ 12:42 pm
Apropos of nothing  
Driving today down a highway, saw a sign outside a hamlet asking, "What does Franktown mean to you?" Bad poetry ensued:

Slow down to sixty.
Lilac scents the air.
Passing lane ahead.

Yup, that's pretty much it. 
twinsareintwinsarein on May 26th, 2015 01:07 am (UTC)
Jenjlvsclrk on May 26th, 2015 04:27 pm (UTC)
Franktown is reallysmall you see, so its chief claim to fame is that you have to slow down to 60 kph for about 30 seconds, during which the smell of the "Lilac capital of Ontario" can hit like a ton of bricks. Then, yay, back up to speed!
chatchien: hat-Coco Chanelchatchien on May 26th, 2015 11:55 am (UTC)
But Is It Art? Where is he, by the way?
Haiku Hanging by the Side of the Road,
Haiku Hanging On the Skin of a board,
Forget the Lilacs Smell the Dead Skunk.

Just another little Road Side Ditty for all to enjoy.

Did you see the roadside sign that another person was asking about? That one is lost in its own symbolism.
Jenjlvsclrk on May 26th, 2015 04:24 pm (UTC)
Re: But Is It Art? Where is he, by the way?
Your poetry is so much better than mine!

To appreciate my haiku, it might help to know that Franktown is about 5 blocks long - you drive through it in about the time it takes to read my post.