Backseat Games

(Some of these short poems see Creation as if through a child’s eyes. Some of them suggest a more mature view of the Creator. A few of them even reflect the long perspective of age. Most are not intended to be Scriptural, sometimes not even spiritual. Yet they may give your spirits a lift: By the middle of the week, who doesn’t need a chuckle or a changed outlook?)
   §  The time passed all too slowly
as our car rolled down the road.
We added up the license plates,
pretending they were code.
   §  We ran a race between the sides,
the left against the right:
We counted silos, horses, cows,
or anything else in sight.
   §  We looked for cars from every state,
from sea to shining sea.
We found them all except Vermont
and Maine and Hawaii.
   §  We looked for lime-green minivans,
for trucks of royal blue.
We raced to find the alphabet,
but both got stuck at Q.
   §  We ran the score to 94,
Toyota versus Ford, . . .
and reached our Grandma’s cottage
just before we both got bored. 
Copyright © 2016 by Perry Thomas

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