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Road Trip Sonnet
Gas station snacks piled in the free seat,
windows half-cracked to catch onrushing air,
velocity cools the day’s outer heat,
blowing around my girlfriend’s auburn hair.
Avoid dull highways, take the scenic route,
the country unfolds, villages and farms,
small valleys and hillsides I never knew,
each mile with its unique mood and charms.
Listen to old rock, then outlaw country,
stopping for views, or old buildings preserved,
maybe a state park with something to see,
or roadside diners where pancakes are served.
Compared to an airplane, it may seem slow,
but roamers like me love the open road.
Copyright ©
David Welch
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