The sun heated highway, <br />Burned black, <br />Stretching in front of my car <br />Like an old fashioned licorice stick, <br />Embraced the tires. <br /> <br />The car strained where <br />The rubber met the road, <br />And the stench of hot metal <br />Caused my skin to loosen, <br />Like the hot summer sun <br />On my head. <br /> <br />The hard-driving, pulsating tires rolled <br />As I clenched the wheel in my sweaty hands, <br />'N th' wind in my sunstreaked hair <br />Was just the release I needed..... <br /> <br /> <br />Until I saw him, <br />Standing on the roadside, <br />Thumb outstretched...... <br />I felt the hot tires bump <br />As I pulled <br />To the side of the road...... <br /> <br />Scarlett Treat <br />June 5,2007<br /><br />Scarlett Treat<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hitchhiker-3/
