LONG WEEKEND TRAFFIC
We just happened to be driving south on Friday night
And the traffic going north was an incredible sight,
Rows and rows of headlights in one continuous line,
Not a single break in those bright lights that did shine.
- tried to count them as they came the other way,
Two hundred a minute, that’s busy for any time of day,
It was mesmerizing as we watched them come and go,
Especially in the rain with wipers going too and fro.
Twelve thousand an hour going somewhere out of town
Off to close up their cottages and tie everything down,
Have their turkey beside a lovely glistening lake of blue
Remembering the holidays they had all year through.
The line of lights seemed never ending in the rain,
Had the city had been destroyed, folks fleeing in pain!
For about a hundred miles those lights did ever flow,
Then I thought of Monday night as homeward they go.
The traffic would be just as bad or maybe even worse,
How many will forget the long weekend fun and curse
As the traffic trails slowly along or just it stands still.
And you wish you could sprout wings and fly at will.
Although all those folks had wandered off to the country,
Most of the city highways were still as busy as could be,
I suppose the country dwellers had come here for a break,
The main thing is, that all a safe and happy journey make.
- Ann Margetson October 7, 2001
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