
When I read R. Virgil Ellis’s poem, it brought to mind all the trips my husband and I took with Sara when she was little—trips to Virginia and Maryland…to Maine and Vermont. I have such fond memories of those times.
So here’s to poetry and to long car trips and to memories of happy times spent traveling with our kids.
Are We There Yet
by R. Virgil Ellis
you'd say, tired of our prompting
to see the world as you should:
train-thunder as we go under a trestle,
smiling face painted on a barn.
You'd even get bored looking for signs
that had the rare q, x, or z.
Are we there yet?
So we gave up telling you the miles
and just said, we're closer, getting closer…
You can read the rest of the poem here at The Writers’ Almanac with Garrison Keillor.
I have a post about Poetry and Art at Wild Rose Reader today.
Today's Poetry Friday Roundup is at Mentor Texts, Read Alouds & More.
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