Way different from the western states, Ohio
highway barbers use pretty green and yellow
tractors with a robotic side arm and hand; and drive on the
highway itself, while the arm moves the hand over the
vegetation on the shoulder regardless of slope or
steepness, and the robot can do the “Talk to the Hand”
stance to vertically trim bushes and trees!
Just FYI.
Highway engine noises rumble, babble, bang
Bird wings flutter, whish, whir
Nest chirp noises beg, chorus, crave
Non-stop until one by one chirps cease
Highway engine noises roar, growl, grumble
Bird wings pulsate, flap, flurry
Nest chirp noises warble, clamor, chirrup
Non-stop until food stills each peep
Highway sounds
Wing commotions
Nest twitters
Again
And
Again
TR
Let’s go the back way to the mall in Boardman, Ohio! Turn left out of the driveway—go north on Hwy 9—wind around pretty farms, large red or white barns, two to three story houses, snowy fields, the United School District—pass Hwy 172—stay on 9—oh, that’s Wenona Road to the right and it has a great meat store down a ways—oh, there’s Andy and Danielle’s farm there to the left, and there’s Cindy and Vernon’s place to the right in that yellow house, and Eugene and Rita live on the left in that gray house after you pass the “Leaving” Something sign—at the red light turn left on route 45—stay on 45, curving, curving—pass Junction 14, go and then turn right on 62/45/9, no wait turn left, no right, a short ways on a four-lane highway—go to the stop sign and turn left on 62 again to Canfield—turn right on 165 east at a stop light—drive thru Greenford—go through a four-way stop light—now we’re on east 165 and you pass through Beaver Township—turn left at the light on Hwy 164, or South Ave—turn left on Market Street, or Hwy North 7—oh, this is the wrong way to the mall—I’ll show you a better way on the way home—the GPS doesn’t know everything—
TR
dead armadillo
surrounded by large shredded
strewn ‘gator fragments
TR
(This is the last of today’s posts. A lot of interesting things happened today, as we finished our trip home from Kentucky)
Stuck on the highway on a sunny afternoon
between a grassy field to the left and a corn circle to the right
cicadas singing enthusiastically in the fields
All quiet, otherwise, except
for a cattle hauler, two cars in front of us
its unsettled cattle stomped, mooed
shook the truck back and forth
the driver even got out to check on them
then vehicles from the west started coming through
so much for a pastoral-type moment
TR
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