3 Dimensional Interactive Movies

Revised sonnet #1381

That space I claim as home that countryside
Industrial forest level pasture logging mill
Ill never cede though artificial still
To Riverhead the wits are valley wide
Beneath the sun theres no known niche to hide
Another mini ice age could cause chill
Another indian summer could cause grill
The motor mute the tyres turns hiss inside
The central air soothes soon sends her to sleep
The road is empty now I steer us north
Back seat the swap on stop so she slides forth
The safety belt embraces cleavage peep
The barrier pickets white the brush in ditch
The curve and dip the cat eyes camber pitch
Chorus ditch channel gully