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Interstate 95

If you want to drive instead of fly in a plane,
your trip to Florida can start north in Maine.
The quickest and most efficient traveling way,
is via the Interstate-95 highway.
There are plenty of motels and places to eat.
A journey along this thoroughfare is something neat.
Pass New England and New York down the New Jersey Turnpike.
You will see so much scenery to like.
In New Jersey, Delaware, and Maryland, you have to pay.
However, from Virginia, it is free the rest of the way.
After crossing the middle of North and South Carolina,
you motor along the coast of the Peach State, Georgia.
Before you know it, you arrive in Florida.
The trip in gasoline costs about four tanks.
However, when arriving, you will give thanks.
There are numerous places to have fun.
All year long, there will be warm Florida sun.

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Andrea Dietrich

Date: 2/12/2011 10:34:00 PM

I wish to be on that interstate about now. Hopefully it's sunnier than Utah! About my tanka, they are all the same number of words. I really had so much more to say about my "doors into time" but darn, I had to keep it so short!

Carolyn Devonshire

Date: 2/12/2011 5:09:00 PM

I've traveled this route many times, Robert, and you described it well. The only bad part is the bottleneck around D.C. If you want an alternate route to Florida, the interstates going through the Shenandoah Valley are very beautiful. Love, Carolyn

Elton Camp

Date: 2/12/2011 4:16:00 PM

Good job. This reminds me a bit of a poem I wrote about the Interstate approaching Birmingham, Alabama. I took more of an approach about the rest stop and the traffic. Elton