Thursday, April 2, 2009

The Commute

(A poem written for my husband.)

Leave before the sun awakes
Little car – needs new brakes

Boiled egg and a Poptart
This can’t be good for my heart

Work all day in the cold
Ride my horse before I get too old

Head for home – first fill’er up
Man, I sure miss my pick-up

Nothing on the radio
I really hope it doesn’t snow

Must be home – car comes to a stop
Just in time ‘cause there’s a raindrop

Horse and dog have been fed
Where’s my dinner and my bed

1 comment:

BRiTTaNY said...

Mmmhmm, and the little car just BARELY got its new brakes. Crazy to think that this time last year Dad was driving that route everyday. Time flies!