The Joyride - Poem by Mary Nagy
We always go out driving... that's what we love to do.
We'll all pile in and go, the kids and me and you.
We look at fancy houses and dream of ''One day we'll...''
We like to count the cows seen grazing on the hill.
Rolling down the windows and feeling the cool breeze.
The leaves are turning colors, getting ready for the freeze.
We hear the twigs start cracking underneath our muddy tires.
Looking for the black birds all lined along the wires.
The kids will give a clap and send the birds up in a tizzy,
we just keep on laughing now until we're feeling dizzy.
If we can find a two-track with a sign ''road closed ahead''
you know we're turning off the street and going there instead!
Once we're stuck we'll all just push, we don't mind anyway.
For us this is the life....and this is our favorite kind of day! !
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