The Highway Poem by X. L. Woo

I'm driving on Highway I-95,
On a long journey to south and sea.
I start from the Garden State,
All the way down to Florida.
I seem traveling on a gossamer
Of the national highway cobweb
Woven by a giant spider
All over the United States of America.
The great artificial structure
Is the world's ninth wonder.
I enjoy the view of verdure
On either side of the thread-
The line on the face of the Earth,
The artery of the transportation.
I enjoy the happy high speed,
Of course at the speed limit(!) .
Who wants to get into trouble
With the interstate police,
That will spoil the traveling ecstasy,
And cost extra expenses?
I enjoy driving on highways
For thousands of smooth miles
Without hindrance of traffic lights
Till reaching the goal of my life!