We always go out driving... that's what we love to do. <br />We'll all pile in and go, the kids and me and you. <br /> <br />We look at fancy houses and dream of ''One day we'll...'' <br />We like to count the cows seen grazing on the hill. <br /> <br />Rolling down the windows and feeling the cool breeze. <br />The leaves are turning colors, getting ready for the freeze. <br /> <br />We hear the twigs start cracking underneath our muddy tires. <br />Looking for the black birds all lined along the wires. <br /> <br />The kids will give a clap and send the birds up in a tizzy, <br />we just keep on laughing now until we're feeling dizzy. <br /> <br />If we can find a two-track with a sign ''road closed ahead'' <br />you know we're turning off the street and going there instead! <br /> <br />Once we're stuck we'll all just push, we don't mind anyway. <br />For us this is the life....and this is our favorite kind of day! !<br /><br />Mary Nagy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-joyride-2/
