L Milton Hankins Poet Triolet

Racing the Sun

Racing the sun across the Great Plain,
Driving headlong into the eastward wind
Splitting wide fields of ripe golden grain,
Racing the sun across the Great Plain
A mile a minute our destination to gain,
Arrow-straight asphalt without a bend
Racing the sun across the Great Plain,
Driving headlong into the eastward wind.

written August 18, 2021

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Caren Krutsinger August 30, 2021 at 6:50 PM This makes me want to jump in a car and crank it up to WOW! L Milton Hankins August 30, 2021 at 7:14 PM You go for it, Caren. I think we hit 90 a few times on our trip to South Dakota. It was soooo grand.

Delice Arleen Skelly August 26, 2021 at 11:12 PM You have created a feeling of wide-open spaces in this poem, very nice..Delice L Milton Hankins August 27, 2021 at 8:30 AM Thanks so much, Delice. I thought so, too. Glad I was successful.

Gershon Wolf August 26, 2021 at 6:23 PM Land-speed-record here we come! Though we may just a miss a few views that way. A Thriller! ~ Thrilled L Milton Hankins August 26, 2021 at 6:50 PM Thanks, Gershon, but a mile-a-minute will certainly not set a record these days. Did you know the speed limit is 80 is most parts of South Dakota and some of Iowa?