Traipsin’…
Its traipsin’ we go across country,
Schlepping our way on back roads in the country,
Passing up the interstate and the intrastate,
No high-speed highways for us,
The bumps we hit knock off the rust…
No cars do get past our semi-modern wagon train,
We forgo air travel; don’t like do we a plane,
No stress do we have, nor limits on time, no strain,
Stop when we please, at the insane and mundane,
Or find something quite good; there we are then entertained…
Already been, have we, to the great states of Maine,
Arkansas, Tennessee, Missouri, Kentucky, and so far no complaints,
Up and down, north and south on the east coast of America, none did rain,
This traveling the only problem therein yes the main,
Is the ability to maintain our sanity, yes not going insane,
Our love for each other the reason we been able to sustain…
She can’t read a map, can’t drive the motorhome, but she CAN sleep,
Wish it were me; sleeping while traveling,
Instead I have to be the one to drive, absolutely unraveling…
© ed – 7/31/04
Love your train looks COOL...Dollied Up to hit tha road....could just be fun fun fun...hey so by the way tha BUG Julie did read your previous poem.....so you better come pick me up and take me with you on that train or I gonna split the word to SPLAT and Bugs...and the "MmmmBombardereds" will be tooooooo happy to co-opporate....with their stinky bombs....okay.....lol!!
Love Tinka
Good one.
Bet Rufuz loves it. Willow used to love the car.... neer mind
Duchess still does, be contented with that.
Hugs
Ch'erie
and Licks from Duchess-for Rufuz
~Linda
Wow, first that I heard, Arkansas was a great state..go figure..hee, hee..
Thanks Ed......and be safe!