The drive from Chattanooga to Ashville in rhyme

 

21.04.11 – 78) It rained again, another thunderstorm

Yet fresh the morning was still warm

Neath the cloudy sky of grey I began my drive again that day

Down the interstate shifting watching the mist through the trees lifting

An accident meant a detour I didn’t feel the least bit sore

Although caught on the hop there was time for a fuel stop

Where a guy in the know directed me the way to go

He directed me right and to my delight

I broke away from the bunc heading to Ashville in time for lunch

As the scenery did change, towards the Smoky Mountain Range

There’d be delays no doubt as I’d stop to get my camera out

Snapping away without a care, the views of this trip I’d share

Poetry done for now, other aspects and how

Onwards, northwards without fear

The next chapter begins here