The Highway

Written by: HOLLY MOORE

People travel me from far and wide
Cars, vans, trucks, people inside

Going places around the globe
I help them on my open road

Winding up and down the hills
Some stop to see ocean spills

Police surveying people’s speed
So, the traveler’s better take heed

I have ramps for people to exit their space
Of final destination or resting place

I am the highway that has some strife
Looking for my exit to start a new life

If I could find it, I could begin again
Just like these travelers when they come to their end.

©Holly P. Moore
   December 2012