Maine Trip Poem by david lessard

Riding the Interstates was a revalation,
The construction sites were prevalent;
This is certainly one damn big nation,
And getting there fast and safe is revalent.

Through New Mexico, Texas and Oklahoma,
Arkansas, Tennessee, Virginia and Wesr Va.;
I got the travel bug and was anxious to roma,
I drove 900 miles before I said, I surrender.

Next day, Maryland, Pennsylvania and New York,
Then Connecticut, Massachusetts and Vermont;
Nine hundred more miles and I felt like a dork,
I said to myself, Damn, this is one long jaunt!

Two thousand, seven hundred miles, to see a friend,
Up by the Canadian border, that's where he was;
By then I thought the road would never, ever end;
I had the road willies and a diffrent kind of buzz.

Two days I rested, then I had to leave and move along,
Just three and a half hours from there to Bethel, Maine;
The Sunday River Resort was my destination's song,
I think that next time I just might take the Amtrak train.

There wasn't any moose around, at least not to be seen,
But the scenery was lovely, beautiful and simply grand;
And there were a lot of advertisements reading LL Bean,
I even got to Arcadia National Park and saw Atlantic's sand!

A friend and me went up Mt. Washington by auto road,
They have the worst weather in the world, or so I'm told;
I crept up in low gear and moved slow as a damn toad
It was 70 in the valley and 35 degrees on top and cold.

Coming back, I went through, Ohio, Inidiana, Ill. and Mo.,
It was cooler and the interstates were smooth and fast;
I would of stayed longer, but did not have the dough,
But then again, nothing good (or bad) does ever last.

I'm glad to be back home again, in sunny Arizona,
The trip was long and I traveled much too quick;
But the memories I have will stay as long as I'm gonna,
As long as my mind, as a candle, keeps it's wick.