Ilene Bauer Poet Rhyme

Two Hundred Miles

Two hundred miles of driving
For tomorrow’s concert date,
Where we’ll watch our grandson play trombone 
And get to celebrate.

It’s quite a feather in his cap
To make the state-wide band 
And anyone with grandkids
I am sure will understand.

We never know how many
Chances in the years ahead
We might have to make these efforts;
I will leave “until” unsaid.

So we’re rolling on the highway
With our trusty brand-new tires,
Glad to be a part of this event
Before our time expires.

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Chris Conn March 6, 2026 at 5:57 PM 200 miles … there must be cold beer involved?

Jan Allison March 6, 2026 at 5:04 PM oh Ilene you must be so proud of him and despite the distance, you wouldn't miss the opportunity to hear him play. hugs jan x

Yann Rolland March 6, 2026 at 3:31 PM it is so nice, i like driving , music of family member will surprise you for good intentions, wishes