Tensile strength bonding us,
forever friends,
holding hands, eyes heavenward,
we three are ONE,
One with the jungle,
one with the trees,
one like the Father,
the Son and the Holy Ghost;
Glittering green and gold,
we glow,
standing tall,
singing hallelujahs;
Feet feeling the fractured forest,
we flash fire,
we are soul sisters,
we stand together,
united,
unique,
unperturbed,
unmatched;
Blending voices in heavenly harmony,
we create country canticles,
Hush! hearken to us
celebrating celestialism!
We've found what you're searching for!
Look up!
Light linking us,
lighting us,
lifting us,
liberating us!!
The faces I most long to see, are no where
Everywhere
no longer exist here
Streaks of fractured light
Drops of water on camera lenses
Objects may appear closer than they are
Pray for the moments I could sit still in the sea of red lights
My hope gets caught in spiritual traffic
You can't read the signs if it's something you don't want to see
Lost and found in a Parking Lot
Save a seat for me
I've been looking at the pictures I took from the car on the interstate
Why did life have to move so fast
What the heck's the matter with you mate,
And why are you on the interstate?
I'm growing increasingly irate.
That's why your driving I will berate,
If you don't quickly increase your rate.
Next, I'll pull all the hair out of my pate.
God forbid that I should have to wait.
interstate driving wouldn't be that bad if people would just stay in their own lane
Traveling up an interstate highway
Round down about in a midwestern cove
Speedometer cruise control sets low
Going down interstate by the way
Full tank of E-15 gas, eating on a corn cob
Every reflective highway road marker
Sparkle even in the day light
Taking a break from daily mundane toil and job
Wheels spinning round concrete partials
Suns shining on asphalt heated hot bright
Traveling up an interstate highway
Round down about in a midwestern cove
Speedometer cruise control sets low
Going down interstate by the way
Mosey on down the interstate highway
I am sure Interstate 94 is on that map!
My husband is getting impatient now.
I have been telling him for an hour.
I am not good at reading maps.
He is finally paying attention.
“It is NOT ON HERE!” I yell.
He finally pulls off at an exit.
“This is an Indiana map! We are in Michigan!”
That would explain my confusion for the last hour.
commuting
fast highway
teeming with traffic
morning and evening jams
exasperating
Written July 28, 2022
It was a stressful drive
Up north I-seventy-five
The rain came pouring down
Water, water, all around
Semi-trucks carrying loads
Vie for places on road
I was in middle lane
Trying to remain sane
Suddenly, a cloud burst
In the gray, rainy mist
The car in front - me at rear
Seemed to disappear
The burst yielded splashes
Obliterated dash-
To keep one's facing nerve
Thankfully, there's no curve
All traveling at least sixty
Unable to drop to fifty
"I'm in trouble" thought aloud
Then, God quietened the cloud
The falling rain continued
I moved to outside lane
And did drive home safely
Thankful for my bravery
Such is life, we move along
Dreaming, singing our song
When a challenge comes our way
Then, "Dear God guide me today"
Now, I praise Him, my Protector,
Still feeling as unnerved victor
I pause to shudder and reflect
About His goodness to protect.
E. Pearl Anderson 2021
It was a stressful drive
Up north I-seventy-five
The rain came pouring down
Water, water all around
Semi- trucks carrying loads
Vie for places on road
I was in middle lane
Trying to remain sane
Suddenly, a cloud burst
In the gray, rainy mist
The car in front – me at rear
Seemed to disappear
The burst yielded splashes
Obliterated dash-
To keep one’s facing nerve
Thankfully, there’s no curve
All traveling at least sixty
Unable to drop to fifty
“I’m in trouble” thought aloud
Then, God quietened the cloud
The falling rain continued
I moved to outside lane
And did drive home safely
Thankful for my bravery-
Such is life, we move along
Dreaming, singing our song
When a challenge comes our way
Then,” Dear God guide me today”
Now, I praise Him, my Protector,
Still feeling as unnerved victor
I pause to shudder and reflect
About His goodness to protect.
-Evelyn Pearl Anderson
09/23’2021
Interstate 80 Des Moines Iowa January of 1981
I was driving a new red Mustang with T-tops
I felt sizzling hot
Everyone ahead of me was inching along
What is wrong with all these OLD people?
I raced around them
I had never heard of black ice
And now I was its victim.
My Mustang flew off Interstate 80
I was upside down, ready to land on my T-tops
I yelled “GOD! HELP ME!”
a giant hand came down from the sky and flipped me before I landed
WHOOSH! I landed in a snow bank.
Snow flew up past the windows on all sides.
A guy in a suit began walking down the sixty- foot embankment to me.
His coat and suit were snow-logged.
I got into his car. He said “Lady, what did you do with that car?”
He told me he used to work in the pit crew of the Indianapolis 500
and I should have landed on my top. There is no way a car can do that.
And yet it did.
I met a nice fellow from Nebraska
Talked about his sister in Alaska
Said she was still single
And ready to mingle
“If available,” he said, “I’ll ask-a.”
June 13, 2021
CHiPs are on alert.
My pedal's to the metal.
Just too fast for them!
Roadside stop...
Activity...
Humans go...
Ellip...
Unfinished thoughts or coping from another but not finishing
Ellipical is periods or decimal points placed to show that has happened?
Down the Interstate Lickety-Split
By Elton Camp
What folly, on the Interstate, it is to try
Driving as if laws of physics don’t apply
To travel in some high-speed wolf pack
A modicum of good sense does lack
Driving only feet from the vehicle ahead
Results in a whole bunch ending up dead
All it takes is for one driver to slow down
For the principle of inertia is still around
Before the driver can even begin to react
It’s slam in the front and bam in the back
A dozen vehicles destroyed in the crush
Though most had no real need to rush
So if I find that I’m tempted to tailgate
I ask, “Had I rather be dead or late?”
So when I see a wolf-pack begin to grow
I carefully slow down and let them go
For if down the Interstate, lickety-split
They’ll say, “Beautiful car, wasn’t it?”
If you want to drive instead of fly in a plane,
your trip to Florida can start north in Maine.
The quickest and most efficient traveling way,
is via the Interstate-95 highway.
There are plenty of motels and places to eat.
A journey along this thoroughfare is something neat.
Pass New England and New York down the New Jersey Turnpike.
You will see so much scenery to like.
In New Jersey, Delaware, and Maryland, you have to pay.
However, from Virginia, it is free the rest of the way.
After crossing the middle of North and South Carolina,
you motor along the coast of the Peach State, Georgia.
Before you know it, you arrive in Florida.
The trip in gasoline costs about four tanks.
However, when arriving, you will give thanks.
There are numerous places to have fun.
All year long, there will be warm Florida sun.
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