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The Road More Traveled
born of a cross country truck driver
and a small town waitress
I came into this world with
the land of opportunity
laid out before me
like a prize waiting to be won
and the call of the open road
beckoning my still waking soul
Grandma always said Dad
was a rare breed with a restless nature
and me, well, like father like daughter
back when the highways were innocent
and so were the people
I rode thousands of miles
as Dad’s co-pilot
running up and down route 66
city lights charting our course
to the next payload
our only true destination
and there was no place I rather be
last chance signs called to me
humming my name with the allure of
promises of good food and
exciting sites to see
my heart belonged to the road
and that simple lure of mystery
the rhythmic drum of the asphalt
pulsing the tempo of each day
as we drove on playing Dad’s favorite game
“win a quarter for spotting a deer”
that was big money to me back then
the thrill of the hunt
kept me on the edge of my seat
and if I did ever capture one of those
majestic creatures in my gaze
the rush was always almost
more than I could contain
those days are behind us now
Dad’s triple by-pass surgery
took him out of the game many years ago
Grandma was right about Dad though
his soul belongs to the open road
the glimmer that use to light up
in the corner of his mouth when he smiled
is now somewhere along the wayside of life
within the crumbling asphalt of route 66
along with the fading memories
of a by-gone age and simpler days
©LadyRaine
