I remember all of us crowded in
The stationwagon-back-end space,
Like monkeys in a padded bin,
As we drove to a distant scenic place
Playing games with cards, and spying
License-plates, and singing songs
About beer bottles on the wall,
The time flew by without even trying...
Driving the country roads: two-laned, long-
Stretching concrete strips, westward lying,
And leading to nothing at all
But the promise of mountains and swimming and fun
Under a summer vacation sun.
And no I-Pods or cell phones or DVDs,
We did quite well without any of these...
(Thanks to G.H./"Imager" for the inspiration. Check out his Blog at: http://ofratsandmen.blogspot.com/)
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