36 CORN RD

PART ONE – The Trip

 

We left early; station wagon packed

There was always a bucket

Placed where I could find it quickly

Usually I’d make it to Circleville, usually

 

I hated the trip, smooshed against my siblings

All of us dreading 90 minutes of fights, and farts

And pulling over to get rid of my breakfast

Good ole bucket to the rescue

 

I hated Chillicothe, curvy Route 35

If I hadn’t used “buckety” by now

It wouldn’t be long

Or maybe someone would need to pee.

 

But soon there’d be hills

Hills full of trees, and deer

And memories of the last trip

And anticipation of what soon could be

 

I saw it, just ahead, the ball diamond

You know, the one with the green fencing

A diamond in the oddest of places

But it was a landmark to us…. we’re almost there!!

 

The road turned to gravel

Under the canopy of the trees

It wouldn’t be long now

Just a few more turns.

 

There was one last hurdle

Getting past that curve with the narrow berm

So very far down it seemed

I was certain I would die there

 

But not today

Today I would attend a reunion

Who will greet us?

When we spill out of the car

 

Engine off, seat belts off

Doors open and legs finally stretched

The trip was over

But the fun would soon begin.