A blackened ribbon for thousands of miles <br />It becons us to try for a while <br />Running from south to far to the north <br />A vacation paradise with wonders put forth <br /> <br />Firghting the ravages of seasonal rain <br />It must endure what asphalt calls pain <br />With underground springs eroding the earth <br />The need for healing there is no dearth <br /> <br />The wonders revealed a balm to most <br />Breathtaking vistas of God's infinite coasts <br />With ocean vessels and white capped waves <br />The view from all ages-nothing but raves <br /> <br />The hope of all travelers next to the sea <br />Like a white light that was meant to be <br />With the smell of the salt in the foggy air <br />We turn away from our drudging cares <br /> <br />I'd like to drive forever, up and down 101 <br />To see the gulls in the setting sun; <br />I'd unfurl my sails in what's important to me <br />And drive that black ribbon-to eternity<br /><br />Ray Andrews<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/highway-101-coastal-highway-us-west-coast/
