the caverns of sonora

The Caverns of Sonora

Just as the road turned boring,

I remembered I was touring...

down dusty highways of Middle America

Thinking of supper..pizza or lasagna?

Lonesome dove in a lonestar state...

it's no surprise the number of ex's had George Strait.

A land far from anything I'd ever known...

makes me so thankful I'm not alone.

that someday soon, I'll turn around,

and the road behind can be counted as covered ground.

My checklist of travels now complete:

passing the sign for the Caverns of Sonora is no small feat.

For Texas is Big! and Brown! and Bold!

and it's obvious I'm getting very very very old...

but time on the road can still be used wisely:

for instance, coming up with words that rhyme, like "sizely"...

It takes imagination (yes, it's true!)

to find the Beauty in such a view...

I've done my best (yes, it's sad!)

but creating these lines has made me glad.

A hundred miles to Stockton...I can't wait to see!

I'll stop sooner though because, of course, I have to pee.

I've changed my mind from pizza and lasagna...

(I just had the strangest memory come to mind of Rich singing "from Pascagoulaaaa!")

It's clear the desert is starting to get to me,

but not to fret! no one in my family's crazy...

This must be the last line otherwise we'll both die...

though hear my last request: in the Caverns of Sonora my bones will lie...