Poetry Corner

Here's a little ditty penned by a fellow traveler of the local highways, byways and parking lots.

My brother; Jeff

The I-5 Blews

Have you ever stopped to contemplate

why the northwest has no big roller coasters?

My belief is, they can't compete

with the adrenaline rush that I-5 offers

Once every year we pack the Lake
in awe of Blue Angels and yet
Similar maneuvers I frequently make
with people I've never even met

A thanks to all the people those days

You paid attention when I did not

I try to be courteous and look both ways

And compensate for a big blind spot

Vehicles intended to comfort and relax

Pay extra for leather and gold trim

Then fret over the cost of a fuel tax

The DOT... what's the matter with them?

Safety designs, some old some new

Engineered for a precious head

A steering wheel becomes, a pillow for you

Drive like it’s an eight-inch spike instead

Some eat, some drink, some smoke, some talk

Some read, some groom, some makeup

We all move along at the pace of a walk

Some negligence caused some backup

Changing Lanes Memo: for ‘the sighted not so far’

Early warning of your intent is crucial

What's to give us a clue you can operate a car

When you can't figure out a turn signal?

Cable barriers not safe they criticize

Won’t stop’em, waste of money's a complaint

While millions of miles of road, you realize

Separate traffic with but a stripe of paint