#1138
Historically Correct Long Weekend
It started out dry
And in the middle was wet
I drove with my family
Where no planes land
(Except the ones you walk on)
And stayed with my roots
They fed me
And let me stay
The whole weekend
I met people
Who recognized me
Who had never met me before
There were no reported contracts
And they let me eat
With my hat on
The sky was the bluest blue
And the cattle stood
On the greenest grass
Near the clearest marsh
No one judged me
For my tattoos and hairstyle
I was able to bitch about pro sports
And the weather and others
And I made friends easier
Than I have ever before
The pace was slow and easy
They probably talked behind my back
But I know what it's like
They are like older siblings
Who are worried about you
I didn't have to worry about
The traffic, the fakes, the junkies, the drunks
And all of the others
Who don't like the clean air out there
This was the middle
And it put me at peace
The twelve hour drive was dreadfully honest
Starting out dry
The middle wet
And going to the end of this trip
Was dry again
So dry it caused forrest fires
But we trudged along
And when I got home
I ached for next year
But next time I would
Listen even more
See even more
Shake more earnest hands
Give and receive more of
The most genuine of genuine hugs
And I sleep more easier then I ever have before
For there are no
Traffic fakes junkies drunks
To point out I have a hearing problem
This was the best long weekend
I have had in unrecent memory
© 2006 Corey Hamilton