by Sandy M. Humphrey
Streaking down the highway, silver slider gliding smooth
listening to some tunes the lady has found her peaceful groove
Wheels will turn as time flies by she has time to ponder
life's dilemas don't seem so big when she has roads to wander
Gracefully she'll follow blacktop ribbons where they bend
Eyes on the horizon, racing with the wind
Behind the wheel she feels as if everything is in control
Silver slider gliding smooth, go baby go!!!!!!!!!!
Author's Note: When all else fails a silver Grand Prix gliding down the highway can be a great escape...no destination needed just a journey.
Posted on 05/22/2006
Copyright © 2020 Sandy M. Humphrey
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 05/23/06 at 02:25 AM|
HAH! I may be dating myself, but honestly, this'd go great to the Doors' Roadhouse Blues; Keep your eyes on the road...your hands upon the wheel. ;o)
|Posted by JD Clay on 05/23/06 at 04:05 AM|
I know this feeling all too well, Sandy. Sometimes we don't need a reason other than to shine 'er up and go for a spin. And your racey poem is definitely pushin' the red-line.
|Posted by Joan Serratelli on 05/23/06 at 01:16 PM|
Ah, the memories! I cannot drive anymore, but this piece brought back the feeling of losing myself on an empty road. It IS theraputic. Great write Sandy!