Yay! We are on our way
To some holiday
Whiling the hours away
The kilometers add up on the odometer display
Eating the distance like hay
The expressway has turned into a highway
To lead us to the ocean gateway
We stop to pass the relay
To the other driver on the freeway
Everything becomes a wall of grey
From the gathered clouds spray
To the names of new towns seen
And immediately forgotten
Only focused on the next one
Everything takes on a sway
It's all so faraway
On the beach by the open bay
The dogs and oblivious children play
Oh happy day!
Lucette C. Bailliet
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