winding roads towards home
buggies and electric bikes
sharing the road space
He packed his snacks with reckless cheer,
three pine-cones gone before first gear;
he zoomed uphill without a care~
this squirrel’s bound for mountain air.
He stopped to pose by every pine,
claimed each tall peak as “truly mine,”
took selfies with his windswept hair~
this squirrel’s bound for mountain air.
He chased a goat up rocky ground,
then waved at hikers all around;
the switchbacks spun him everywhere~
this squirrel’s bound for mountain air.
And when he reached the summit’s crest,
he puffed his chest and squeaked, “I’m blessed!”
then glided down with style to spare~
When Horace Greeley said to "Go West",
I put his idea to the test.
On the next bright sunny day
I drove my car from L.A.,
and found, "Go East" would have been best.
my road trip
three mile long trains
miles and miles of trucks
and a car breakdown
home sweet home
Time for a road trip let’s hit the road
We will visit the ocean east coast
Wish us well traveling mercies blessings
We will be cold but happy I’m guessing
When I see the wintery sea
I will think of summery things
How I’d like to splash in the pool
But not in winter I’m no fool
We will watch the autumn sky
How the clouds dance on by
As the breeze sing of wind chimes
And the poets write winter rhymes
The little deli small and quaint
Needs more than a little paint
But the food makes up for it
Taste as good as a Hershey kiss
We people watch as we wait
For a specific time of day
When the sun sets like a sail
A beautiful blaze all is well
Roaming the city or country roads
Only the wind in our hair
And grass between our toes
Daring to walk feet bare
The country side is beautiful
Red roses and trees so tall
In a minute we cross city road
People everywhere having a ball
Grannies On A Road Trip
5/17/2025
They jumped into the her car..that Spring night.
Pangie and her friends, fully eager for a night
of pure delight!
They were out on a hunt for some hot men?
Pangie, that eighty-seven- old flirt led the way,
Giggling grandmas, had fun all night and day!
logging a hundred miles
old camper now rusted---
each reverie...a tear
eyes moonless torn by nights;
frazzled rites of youth's trysts ,
were never just ...road sprees
It had no radio
and couldn't fly at all
every wheel would wobble
because they were too small
~ red and rusted wagon,
a limo for my dog...
For Nette's Hexiline Contest
May 9th, 2025
Driving by faith*, heart looks
to God midst life's road trips
of triumph's twist and turns
surmounting trial-bumps
then refreshed as pitstops
whisper, “welcome, dear soul.”
*Hebrews 11:6 ...Without faith it is impossible to please him: for he that cometh to God must believe that he is, and that he is a rewarder of them that diligently seek him.
May 8, 2025
3rd place, "INTO THE HEXALINE GROOVE" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Nette Onclaud; judged on 5/9/2025
For Nette Onclaud's contest,
"Into the Hexaline Groove"
dated 08/05/2025
On highway roads, we ply
With the wind in our hair,
Vehicles whizzing by,
We ride without a care,
Sudden brakes applied - hey!
Elephants block our way!!
road trip to a concert
on their old j a l o p y
songs blast on radio
head-bobbing, foot-tapping,
and finger-snapping fun...
until front tire blows out!
Overloaded van by
My nutty family!
Passengers, all ages,
Destination Disney
Land, pop songs blaring high
Reached Las Vegas instead!
Long herbaceous desert
I ride your arid roads
perfect for catching up
word games, banter erupts
gay moments make new paths
time gently d r i f t s a
w
a y
The road is calling me,
to journey in the wild;
for me this would be bliss,
and free my inner child.
Down roads of hued green trees,
to get lost in the breeze !
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