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HEADLIGHTS ON THE HIGHWAY
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COUNTRY POEMS
Sometimes, the cars look new.
Sometimes, they look young.
Sometimes, they are old.
Like a big machine, they have been stung.
Warriors that have traveled a long road.
Sometimes, there will be a traveler one.
A father and a son.
Sometimes, there will be more. A family.
As they drive by, I love thinking about why.
Are they on business?
Are they going on vacation?
So many stories.
Bumper stickers, Texas, Missouri, Baylor
Trailers.
Some go fast and some go slow
Where is it that they go?
I do not know.
You see, some watch TV or a DVD.
Some listen to a CD or the radio.
Some have short and some have long miles to go.
Headlights on the highway.
They are all from different states.
Sometimes, I can see their license plates.
Some cars are big and some cars are small.
I love to look at them all.
I see all the cars.
They come from places near.
They come from places far.
Where are they going?
Where are they coming from?
Headlights on the highway.
Oh, headlights of the sky.
Yeah, headlights on the highway.
