Email Poem

Your IP Address: 18.226.159.13
Your Email Address:
To Email Address:
Subject
Personal Note:
Poem Title:
Poem
Their dad had had a heart attack 
since they had seen him last.
In May they said, "Let's visit him,
cuz time's a passing fast."

He doesn't drive, he sold his car
so he'll not come to us.
and we can take some time off work 
without a lot of fuss.

They lived in Utah, near that lake,
where faithful Mormons pray.
They planned to use the Interstate,
I-80, all the way.

Their pop had picked Nevada hills
where pines pushed out the sage,
to settle with his younger bride
and cuss the curse of age.

'Twas for the second week in may, 
the two had made their plans.
The day they left, the skies let go 
to fulfill God's demands.

The thunder crashed, the lightning flashed,
(a phrase perhaps quite trite) 
and yet by later afternoon
it seemed a lot like night.

The wipers flopped a steady beat;
their speed was set on high.
The rest-stop at the salt flats though
they found completely dry.

They never thought that strange at all,
just thankful for respite;
they took their time and took a pee,
then took the exit right.

They started up, turned on the lights
and then the wipers too,
for twenty seconds from that stop 
the rain began anew!

They never stopped in Wendover,
(a city in two states),
as still it rained like cats and dogs,
or maybe sheets and plates.

"Pull over at the next rest stop; 
I have a need to pee",
said Bob. They did, and once again,
'twas dry as it could be.

But shortly as they left that place 
the rain had turned to sleet,
and horizontal lightning strikes 
were scary, although neat.

Then at the peak the road was ice
it seemed three inches thick,
and both boys knew this drive would be 
most anything but quick.

Then at the next rest area
where they stopped for relief
the parking lot was smooth and dry 
and fair beyond belief!

They stood and stretched and grinned I guess,
as each of their jaws dropped.
Bizarrely, this continued on
at each and every stop.

In Reno, it was shirt-sleeve mild;
their pop was pleased as punch -
They visited and ate and drank,
and shot the shit a bunch.

"Now boys, don't take so long before 
you visit me again -
just let me know you're comin', and
and I'll control the rain."

© Lawrencealot, May 11, 2015
CAPTCHA Preview
Type the characters you see in the picture
Required