Making Our Way Down to Mexico

Photo by J. Sharland Day

The Hills & Plains, Oh my!

To travel ‘cross

This desert plain,

While heat is bearing down

Naught for miles

But shadow’s stain,

No water to be found.

‘Til we see a glistening sea

Just barely up ahead

Let’s hurry, I beseeched

For thirst doeth abound,

But no matter the hurried speed,

Or the distance we would go,

 that sea would ne’er be reached,

a truth filled with woe.

Photo by J. Sharland Day

Wish we were still driving through plains

At least that is where peace remains.

Civilization does have its perks

But at rush hour, there’s too many jerks

Photo by J. Sharland Day

Leaving the city one early morn

To get ahead of the impending storm

We find that soon we will leave the rain

To climb the roads to higher planes

Yet roads and vision are not clearer there

To our chagrin, we’ve snow to bear

And we do not think that at any time

Our drive will soon turn more sublime

Because one false move with the steering wheel

To the Gods we must appeal

To save our asses from the slide

Into the abyss we see us glide

Soon, thankful for that constant prayer,

And white-knuckled hands that steer with care,

We are saved from that foregone despair

Of ending dead from a downhill ride.

Photo by J. Sharland Day

Photo by J. Sharland Day

At last we see the great blue sky 

with sun to watch us passing by

as we drive into desert plains

glad to see no snow remains.

Taos, New Mexico, is on our way.

Time enough to stop and play.

Then on to Houston to catch a plane

To Mexico for winter, where we’ll remain.

Photo by J. Sharland Day

Photo by J. Sharland Day

This is why we are here:

Sun and beach and drinkin’ beer.

What more to ask to leave cold behind,

And all that pertains to winter’s grind,

    But to choose a place and make the decision

To go somewhere warm and leave winter’s perdition.

So pack a bag and hop a plane

And know with warmth you will remain.