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Getting My Undesirable Visitor to "The Other Side"

Yes, that’s right; I live in Arizona,
Just on the other side of Old Sedona . . .
But listen: Let me help you figure out
How you might find the safest, shortest route.

That runoff?— It looks just like a clearance,
Somewhat strange and risky in appearance,
But right there, on top there is a highway—
Or at least a very pretty byway—

Ignore those crumbling boulders at the edge;
Drive straight ahead; keep hugging that steep ledge . . . .
And if you go the merest inch too far—
You'll surely reach THE OTHER SIDE by car.

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yes, driving along our scenic Arizona roads can be tricky and could get one killed.
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Your imagery and theme are very well presented in this fun poem. I liked the ride. Your language is very well presented Sir, please take care when you drive!

Thank you...Teddy

oh, I will be very careful--especially when I have a female passenger sitting beside me. I know every curve . . . . of the road, that is. Thank you for the reminder; you are ever so kind, dear Signora, Good night.
Jerry (who is into his third glass off Madeira wine).

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if I got the picture right. I'm pretty sure that you don't have any mountains in your area; so I'm thinking that what you describe is a washout alongside of the road? At any rate, I don't think that it would be a real good idea to get too close to those big, crumbling boulders. I don't want to drive myself to the "other" side. Nice rhyming. ~ Geez.

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lots of mountains throughout Arizona that will take your breath away. The Superstition Mountains of the Old Dutchman's Lost Mine legend (Dutchman's Gold) is only one, not to mention the mountain range surrounding Phoenix, known as Squaw Peak, Camelback Mountains, and those that are all around Flagstaff and Sedona. Sunrise, San Francisco Peak, Snowbowl draw hordes of skiers each winter. Yes we have deserts, too. Thanks for reading. Jerry

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I ought to brush up on my geography huh? ~ Geez.

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don't beat yourself up, sir. Everybody from back East imagines Az to be a flat wasteland of nothing but sand. Thanks, sir. Jerry

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Hello, Jerry!
I enjoy and appreciate your poem having driven through those incredible mountains to get to such a beautiful area! I prayed the entire time that I would reach the city instead of "the other side." I hope to go back someday - but I'll let someone else drive and hug that steep ledge. Wonderful!
Thank you!

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