This poem represents the move to state of Oregon from Ohio |
It’s a long drive, From Ohio to Oregon. There’s beautiful scenery, Monuments and the sky-- Places I’ve been beyond, Seen sights that had meaning… Hidden mountains and rolling haystacks, Kept my eyes on a stare, Before me was miles of highway, Made me wish I could turn back, But beautiful sunrises made me less scared, Made my heart dive and sway, Warm summer nights made me remember… I missed the warmth of my family, I felt the need to turn around, But home was a long way back, From that little Nebraskan valley-- Oregon, I thought, will be abound, As I drove through Wyoming’s pass, I took the high road as planned, Through Iowa, Illinois and Indiana, Utah seemed like nothing-- Soon I saw the Idaho sand, As I coasted beside the River of Columbiana, Approaching the mountains got me wondering… Am I almost there? Over the dessert land and hills, I kept driving the same pace, Hope started to mount in my mind, Reaching Oregon seemed like a big thrill, The cabbage hill before me became a dragon’s face, Looked like a demon in disguise… One spontaneous glance around-- My eyes were completely exposed, I held tight to the steering wheel, While my heart was plummeting down I took very deep breaths; to the occasion I rose, Soon I was at the landing’s heel-- No holds barred from there… I raced towards the Oregon coast, The speed limit was lower, My pulse was still going; I knew I had the right to boast, My pace was much slower-- Soon, Oregon, I would be approaching. Six hours had gone, I finally got there, Said good-bye to Ohio-- This was my song. Loving the west coast was fair, It was my Shiloh… But I vowed, never to take that drive again! |