Poem for her 885

Dear Readers,

 

Day 43

 

The Camero was on a tow bar 

She was driving the Jeep 

Towing her other vehicle 

The town we were passing through 

Looked on in wonder 

The day was the 43rd of the trip 

We had lunch out of a picnic basket 

The Wine was for later 

Then later arrived 

Ah sweet juice of grape 

The morning was lazy 

That afternoon too 

The evening we played cards 

Almost till dawn 

Well another day to sleep in 

Road trips can be slow 

Over there 

Over here 

Listen to our dance steps 

Then the morning song birds 

Off to trip over yonder bend 

Twisted roads and bridging gaps 

We were hunting 

White caps in deep serf

 

 

Happy Birthday Babe,

 

 

 Charles.