Getting to Lubbock
Seems like the miles go on forever,
When going to Lubbock, so you swear.
But don’t doubt for a second, however
That you won’t enjoy the scenery getting there.
From vast open spaces,
To even windmill traces,
The whole scene just embraces you
To the good Lord’s vast graces.
From valleys’ to mesas’
And everything in between.
You wish life was as serene,
Almost to the time when you were seventeen.
Where did life get so rushed?
So when the world throws you blunders,
Take a deep breath and take a ride out to Lubbock,
And take in all of this world’s wonders.
Robert Collazo, written on 02/21/08
Categories: Poetry