Last nights' rain swiftly drained away
Fog is today's remnant
Thick as pea soup and silver shrouded
Oceans now a descendant
The roosters sing in sweet delight
The Doves coo resounding
The fog comes softly closer still
Crickets sing rejoicing
Dampness saturates roof and porch
Moistens the cushions there
All is wet even the cat's fur
And my ole' rocking chair
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“You're really not going out in that stuff!”
The hotel clerk asked in amazement
Not being familiar with Tennessee fog
Wondered why was he questioning my intent
“The truckers don't even travel in that
It gets as thick as pea soup around here
If you want my advice, I'd wait for a while
Should be an hour or so 'fore it clears”
Thanked him but told him I had no choice
Had to be in Tampa, before midnight
“Well, don't say I didn't warn you, my friend”
Started thinking, “Hey, maybe he's right!”
But off I go, and as I enter the Interstate
His words came roaring back in my ears
Actually couldn't see the car in front
Suddenly I'm overcome with fear
It was then my world came crashing down
A blinding flash, an indescribable pain
Now I'm sending this warning from above
As I exist on a much higher plain
“You're really not going out in that stuff!”
Should have listened and taken his advice
So here I am up here looking down
Thinking, “Oh well, I had a good life!”
© Jack Ellison 2013
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