Book of Poems

Driving in the Night

Dark clouds roll over hills

The sun is gone

The moon is covered

Little light seeps through the sky

As I watch the dark clouds go by

Street lights we just passed

The worst is over

We are free

Then ensnared by tumbleweeds

The winds kick up and blow around

Speeding by swaying cars

A bit over eighty

Is that really legal?

Hard to believe in this wether

But you never know

It just might be