Across The U.S.A. Poem by Carolyn Ford Witt

- * ACROSS THE U.S.A. *-

From cliffs above the Atlantic
Through the wetlands and the hills.
Sun coming o'er the Mountains
Light the day...that starts our thrills.

We drive through grassy Valleys
O'er the Rivers where they wend,
Into the hilly Forests
Leading to another Land.

Across the vast dry desert,
No water is..in sight.
Thinking back to earlier times
The dryness...such a plight.

Then, Mountains reaching to the sky
With Clouds enfolding them.
Many men have lost their lives,
In winter to condemn.

Down to greener pastures
The Trees, so tall, will be
And on we go...this mighty trip
Ends Only at the sea.

And where, in these five verses,
Does your..Family..reside
Just be out there beside the road
And we'll take you.... on this ride.

Each one...will enjoy it
And will find the words to say
Just how much we loved.. This trip
......Across the U.S.A....


Author: Carolyn Ford Witt
Ms. Caroline
© 3-8-06