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SUNDAY MORNING DRIVE

SUNDAY MORNING DRIVE* ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Sunday morning drive~ no maps, no rush, just the open road, Dad at the wheel, our compass. The ribbon of road unwinding, under blue skies, past green fields scent of hay and honeysuckle wafting through open windows. Flicker of neon, screen door's creaky welcome, a filling station oasis, time suspended in dusty glass. 31 cents a gallon, a number from another time, we choose icy delights, sodas fizzing on our tongues. Barns lean into the afternoon, narrow, one lane roads slow-motion slide show, bygone era, simpler time. Sunday morning mile by unchartered mile, nowhere together, a destination in itself (picture below) *Note: I published this poem as a response to Haiku Shack’s weekly prompt (Sunday mornings) on April 14, 2025. This is my original poem. haikushackprompts.substack.com/p/weekly-prompt-on-sunday-mornings
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July 25, 2025 at 10:43 PM
Ours were Sunday afternoon between morning and evening services at the church. You brought back many pleasant memories with this fine poem, Sara. Blessings to you my sweet poet. Bill
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July 25, 2025 at 10:21 AM
Memories come flooding back. Lovely poem. Have a wonderful weekend.
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July 25, 2025 at 5:30 PM
I'm so grateful that my poem contributed to memories flooding back. No better compliment than that & I thank you. Wishing you a blessed weekend, Sara
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July 25, 2025 at 9:16 AM
I enjoyed reading this wonderful write. What A Great Old Picture... Good memories are the best kind to have. Have a wonderful day/weekend writing away.......
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July 25, 2025 at 5:31 PM
thanks for visiting, Paula. I do appreciate your consistency. I liked the picture too. Reminded me of the gas stations I saw growing up....hugs, Sara
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