Wednesday, October 09, 2002

Road Trip Poetry

The day is drawing near,
when we will pack
our camping gear

Our maps we shall mark
the chickens feed
its time to board
our Green Goose steed

It's east with speed
and sights to heed
in search of space to park

Across the plain
around steep slope
is what the children hope
though we only have coats for rain

The day is nearly here
we'll be in the land of beer
cheese and cows
lakes and hay mows

And best of all
we'll spend this Fall
with loved ones we hold dear

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