Thursday, August 28, 2014

written on vacation


Traveling

Travlin’ down the road
till backsides are sore.
All the cars we passed
along with our time.
Patience helps us wait.
Thoughts not worth a dime.
The truck engines sound,
a guttural rhyme.

Counting off the miles.
Red, white, black, gray cars.
Some zip by so fast.
Drivers have their styles.
Munchers sip and eat.
Singers are all smiles.
Bikers like the clime

and don’t mind the grime.

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