Too Many Miles To Drive
As the miles are too many to drive,
I turn on a radio station to survive,
it's an oldie but goody one playing songs,
teasing my brain on who did what wrongs,
the scenery is flat and doesn't change a bit.
I'm yawning and praying to keep awake as I sit
while the old Ford truck rolls along,
I hum a tune from an old song,
a Peter, Paul and Mary hootenanny moment
remembering words which were once dormant,
something about five-hundred more miles to go,
figuring that is a lot of gas to blow.
Ahead of me is an old Elsie cow,
grazing next to a farmer's rusty plow,
a horse nearby swishes its long tail,
standing proud and frisky not at all frail,
the flat prairie scene changes about,
as I see a town which gives me a shout,
a large sign advertising 'Cafe Haven,
Giant and Juicy Burgers Not for the Craven, '
after a hearty three-course delicious meal,
my tummy is full which is a good deal,
ready to tackle the long drive home,
I turn on the radio which makes my mind roam,
Ricky Nelson's last century hit, ' I'm a Traveling Man, '
reminds me I am an old and dedicated fan
who has many more miles of road to go
as I drive along the highway singing to and fro.
August 26, 2016
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