Sweet Terrain

Constantly down shifting
Riding the clutch
Can’t get higher than 2nd
Too much traffic keeping me from you

My mind is racing
If only these cars would
Stalled on this exchange
Thinking about getting to you

Taking this exit
No congestion here
GPS working well
I’ll be there quicker

Finally, shifting to 5th
Giving the clutch a rest
Driving as fast as my mind thinks
To be with you

I’ll pick you up
Let’s take a drive in the country
Study the trees and the sweet terrain
Behind us, small, in the rear view mirror

We can park in the shade
Walk through the tall Midwest grass
Wade in the cool creek
I will be your sweet terrain


Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.