The contest says, to share a poem about Driving at night.
The thought brings an image to mind.
Thanksgiving weekend in my youth.
We decided to try my cousin's idea.
Drive through the night, avoiding traffic
From Massachusetts to New Jersey.
The roads were quiet.
The air was colder.
My mother, hot rod Mary
Was at the wheel.
We enjoyed adventure
As a family, something new to do.
We would say yes instead of no.
So into the night, we go.
It was somewhere around freezing.
Black ice on the road.
Mother alerted us as cautiously she drove.
Prayers were said together.
For about fifteen minutes we held our breath
Driving in the night.
We made it over the bridge
Arriving safe in the morning light.