A two hour drive
Till we arrive
Coasting down Route 15
And it’s hard to dream
When you want to feel alive
So you settle for cheap thrills and a semblance of peace
Driving past a horse and carriage,
Gettysburg and ghost tour shops,
Isles of green, and state trooper cops.
Sips of coffee
Puffs of smoke
The sun is shining overhead
Lips are softly
Pressed onto mine
A gentle touch, a kind word said
Traffic approaches, we stop and wait
We notice old school cars
And an Ontario license plate
Hope the wind will be blowing
And sun won’t burn
But I fear I’ll see and I’ll learn …
Leanna 