Road Trip

Road Trip

A Poem by Ally Baker

miles of asphault rolling

out in front of these wheels

 

staring out the windows only

to find acres of empty fields

 

sun rays blinding, even through

dark shades drawn on the long windows

 

music blaring in young ears, bursting

innocent ear drums with guitar chords

 

snores filling in silences by those

who decided to sleep through the ride

 

flashes filling the darkness by those

who love their comeras and prove it

 

memories made on the two buses with

the 60+ kids: priceless

© 2009 Ally Baker


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Takes me back to those days of trips with the family

music blaring in young ears, bursting
innocent ear drums with guitar chords

especially this part, always had to bring the music as I watched life zoom by...

A very carefree sweet write.

Posted 15 Years Ago


I really like this one. It's kind of nostalgic for me. And the last line: priceless.

Posted 15 Years Ago



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Added on January 31, 2009