The road not really wanted to be taken and later thoughts
Father was an adventurer took
us on a narrow Scott Paper forest-lumber trail in deepest Maine dark and barely
wide-enough for our car
Mother in the front seat
dimness falling all around her held tightly to the door handle feet clenched
up on the dash and shouted she did not like this – Stop! it was too dark, too far!
"TURN THE CAR AROUND" SHE
SHRILLED "I CANNOT STAND THIS DARK!"
FATHER SMILED AND SAID "RELAX
THERE IS NOWHERE TO TURN OR PARK."
"BACK UP THEN! GET ME OUT OF THIS (flippin) SCOTT PAPER
FOREST PASS
And so dear reader, it is such
gentle thoughts, that still inevitably whisper and drift
whenever I wipe my a _ _ _!
whenever I wipe my a _ _ _!
Fear can have so much more clarity in "hind" sight....:-)
ReplyDeletehahaha.... I was beginning to think that no one was 'getting' the "end" of this poem . Thanks Carrie...very funny.
DeleteScary.
ReplyDeleteExcept for the "end" lol
Deleteoooh! Maine really does get picked on for spooky stories, doesn't it?
ReplyDeleteHi loved Maine as a child - some very wonderful times - but yes, the natural beauty and isolation can be a perfect backdrop for 'spooky" stories.
DeleteAlthough if you read through to the last line.. I was trying ... (emphasis on "trying") to be humorous.
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