A Slower Pace
The land lies at the Western end
Of roads that can be driven.
The people are of a hearty sourdough breed.
Living on perimeter's rim.
Their backs are to the mountains
Their faces to the sea,
But their eyes are fastened to the Aurora.
Their pace perfectly matched to the elements.
That nature throws their way.
It's no use to get worked up
Say if the plane is a little late, they say-
"better take life easy, friend
It is the Alaskan way"
"We have all winter to get there
Thats our Northern creed
Besides it's cozy to wait shoulder to shoulder
In the warmth and company of good friends."
The outsider is easily spotted.
They are of the Cheechako blood.
Their anxious eyes peer into the swirling whiteout.
Willing landing lights to magically appear.
The Cheechako pace is worried
Frantic by the Sourdough standard
"Relax pup" the old timers seem to say
"Nothing is so important it can't wait...
For Spring Thaw"
5 comments:
Talking to yourself while driving down our highways and byways. Eventually you have to write down your thoughts, who is driving that rig then? Don't tell me that "Spike" is because I know he is in the sleeper taking a nap or whatever dogs do in a sleeper goinjg down the road at 75 pmh. Good poem!
Alot of drivers talk to themselves.
So I've noticed. They also have these martian style headsets so maybe they are hands free telephones. They drive and sometimes just wander the truckstops talking to themselves.
Sometimes even while in the can.
I like to piss em off by hollering
in the mens room-Hello Hello, Can you hear me now?
The other day someone trapped in a stall without the nescessary paper-
work made an impassioned plea for someone to page management for resupply. No responded. Then he said doesnt anyone speak english.
Sez I, yeah I do, I leave the can
and hollar to the entire store-a man in here needs ass wipe.
wandered in some good cartoon stuff for blogs. stay tuned for improvements
Is that one of those "drug packing" mules that I have heard about or is this preparation for the Messican Race - all the tape inthe world is not going to help you and your ass from getting to the finish line before Taylor or I. You might as well load him up and head north.
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