I feel a certain kindred
with the drivers of the land.
I think of all the many pressing
strains we have to stand.
For driving is a function
where you're always looking twice,
and glancing in your side-mount
and your rear-view mirrors thrice.
But sometimes when I'm driving,
and the car is floating smooth,
and the other drivers pass me,
I catch a certain mood.
I feel a certain kindred
with the drivers of the land.
We all are flowing smoothly
and the feeling is so grand.
I never thought of driving in such a good way. Maybe there would be less accidents if we thought this way. Next time i will smile as I pass by a comrade of the road. very inspiring Sandi.
Thanks to both of you for reading, Jenie and Dave. To t his day I still love over-the-road driving.
i too enjoy driving but bikes...! ! good poem.. i invite you to read my latest poem and comment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So glad I inspired you, Patricia. And you are right. We do need more peace on the roads.