Source: Unknown

Source: Unknown

Different Roads

“Are we there yet?”
I asked.
“We are on the way
but have more road
in front of us,” you
muttered.

Sensing an underlying
anger in that reply
I turned my attention
the scenery passing
by as our tires at up
mile after mile of
black top highway

Trees …
then fields
Houses …
then buildings
Small towns …
Bigger small towns …
And we continue
South …

I stopped asking
long ago just where
it was we were going
And …
‘Are we there yet?’
flowed through my mind
yet never crossed my
lips again as the sun
began setting to my right

Time for another nap
I decided
Much preferable to the
silent anger coming from
behind the steering wheel

The last thing I remember
is seeing the full moon
through tall pines
And …
then nothingness as
the car plunged over
a deep embankment
landing in water

A final deep sleep
and my last thought
was …
I guess we are here ….

Copyright © 2016 Annie Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie

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