Poetic Asides Distance

The Sardine Express

We traveled the two-thousand miles

In a small car, two kids and I

From Colorado we’d begin

Yes, it’s true, we didn’t fly

We’d pray for weather to be nice

And that we’d surely stay alive

It seemed to take forever then

Speed limit only fifty-five

I’d say, “This could be good or bad.”

Depending if you play or fight

So over mountains to Cheyenne

And we’ll see Grandma P. tonight.”

So we’d stay there a day or two

And visit many in-laws there

One morning, we’d be on our way

Off to Nebraska with a prayer

Two sisters, husbands and their kids

Made eastern Nebraska their home

So we’d stay there a week or so

Then to Pennsylvania we’d roam

One sister and two kids piled in

We’d go a thousand miles, no less

Our kids were packed in back so tight

We called it The Sardine Express

And we would spend a week or two

We’d visit grandparents, and kin

It always seemed no time at all

To drive the whole way home again

Every year we would make that trip

How many, would be just a guess

We miss grandparents very much

But not so, the Sardine Express