As the miles are too many to drive,
I turn on the radio to survive,
it's an oldie but goody one playing songs,
teasing my brain on who did what wrongs,
the scenery is flat and doesn't change a bit,
I'm yawning and praying to keep awake as I sit
while the old Ford truck rolls along,
I hum a tune from an old folk song,
a Peter, Paul and Mary hootenanny moment,
remembering words which were once dormant,
something about five-hundred more miles to go,
figuring that is a lot of gas to blow.
Ahead of me is an old Elsie cow,
grazing next to a farmer's rusty plow,
a horse nearby swishes its long tail,
standing proud and frisky not at all frail,
the flat prairie scene is changing about
as I see a town which gives me a shout,
before my eyes I see a sign ' Cafe Haven, '
Giant and Juicy Burgers Not for the Craven,'
after a hearty three-course delicious meal,
my tummy is full which is a good deal,
I'm ready to tackle the long drive home,
turning on the radio makes my mind roam,
Rick Nelson's last century hit, ' I'm a Traveling Man, '
reminds me I'm an old and dedicated fan
who has many more miles of road to go
as I drive on the highway singing to and fro.
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Summersounds68 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Remember to keep your radio on when traveling long distance to stay awake, especially if you have five-hundred more miles to go...
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Great writing! Your poem stories are all so descriptive. I can visualize what is happening from your powerful words. 🙂
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