Giant windmills by the Columbia
Slowly doing the breaststroke,
Over rolling buff hills that are sunning
Past town after town and its townsfolk.
Truck trailers, travel trailers,
Zipping past chugging railers.
Dams and rest stops, hot springs and buttes,
Punctuate stories of curses and Aslan
Tumnus, and horses and wardrobes of fur
Grip us, spellbound, unfolding The Plan.
Truck trailers, travel trailers,
Zipping past chugging railers.
Travel mug is choke full of husks
Of sunflower seeds the driver ate.
Smeared across my once clear windshield
Many a bug has met its fate.
Truck trailers, travel trailers,
Zipping past chugging railers.
Mile after mile till you’re numb at the hip
Book two is over, it’s time for a flip
Day-dreaming, mindlessly eating my dip
What a fantastic Memorial Day trip. 
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Thanks for the ride-along… I so relate to the trucks, trailers, chugging railers, spitting sunflower seed shells and numb bum on those long trips! 🙂 I often have read aloud 6 or 7 hours out of 9, while my husband drives. Life in the Pacific NW … it’s grand! 🙂
6 or 7 hours?! (That’s one of my favorite exclamations. It’s called an interrobang.) That’s hardcore. I can’t read in the car to save my life. What a fun pastime. Thanks for riding along.
Yeah, well… it is grueling to the throat for sure! Your term “hardcore” is apt. My voice is not as good when I arrive as when we left home, let me tell you! Ha!