The Road
A poem I wrote on the way to Grandma's house before it got hotter, lol! The road asunder flying by, as viewed from the onlooker in yonder car. the light from the sky is filtered with clouds, as in the distance our wheels go far. Many strangers driving past, with air conditioning to cool their heads. But, this old car she ain't the same, for she gets only hotter when heat overspreads. Yet mercy today the clouds bestow, over the hot and humid roads. who knows what other stranger is grateful, for the bestowed cloud cover that God's mercy shows.
