04-17-2021, 09:14 AM
The Road to Harper’s Ferry
On a summer night like this
the road is made for driving
when a Shenandoah moon
burns orange on the horizon
A “welcome home” aroma
greets me at a country fair
funnel cakes, cotton candy
honeysuckle sweetened air
As crickets click and clitter
on discordant singing saws
old bull frogs belch and bellow
deep mud puddle mating calls
Threads of ghostly mist are spun
like a web upon the fields
dead silence from the spider
lightning crawling on the clouds
On a country road like this
the night is made for driving
when summer blurs the distance
from leaving to arriving
On a summer night like this
the road is made for driving
when a Shenandoah moon
burns orange on the horizon
A “welcome home” aroma
greets me at a country fair
funnel cakes, cotton candy
honeysuckle sweetened air
As crickets click and clitter
on discordant singing saws
old bull frogs belch and bellow
deep mud puddle mating calls
Threads of ghostly mist are spun
like a web upon the fields
dead silence from the spider
lightning crawling on the clouds
On a country road like this
the night is made for driving
when summer blurs the distance
from leaving to arriving