Too Many Miles To Drive

As the miles are too many to drive, I turn on a radio station to survive, it's an oldie but goody one playing songs, teasing my brain on who did what wrongs, the scenery is flat and doesn't change a bit. I'm yawning and praying to keep awake as I sit while the old Ford truck rolls along, I hum a tune from an old song, a Peter, Paul and Mary hootenanny moment remembering words which were once dormant, something about five-hundred more miles to go, figuring that is a lot of gas to blow. Ahead of me is an old Elsie cow, grazing next to a farmer's rusty plow, a horse nearby swishes its long tail, standing proud and frisky not at all frail, the flat prairie scene changes about, as I see a town which gives me a shout, a large sign advertising 'Cafe Haven, Giant and Juicy Burgers Not for the Craven, ' after a hearty three-course delicious meal, my tummy is full which is a good deal, ready to tackle the long drive home, I turn on the radio which makes my mind roam, Ricky Nelson's last century hit, ' I'm a Traveling Man, ' reminds me I am an old and dedicated fan who has many more miles of road to go as I drive along the highway singing to and fro. August 26, 2016