Three Day Weekend Travel
A three day weekend used to mean
That roads on Friday night
Would be so packed you'd barely move -
Vacationers in flight.
But somehow patterns shifted
And the exodus began
Maybe Wednesday night or Thursday -
Leaving early was the plan.
So with fingers crossed, I'm praying
That's the way things still appear
For I'm traveling this evening
And I hope the roads are clear!
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2016
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