We’re Going for a Car Ride
The weather was quite sunny, and my dad said he was bored.
“Hey honey!”, he called out to mom, forcing open his vocal cord.
“What would you like?” she retorted, “I’m washing out some clothes.”
“I think we should go out, a picnic we’ll compose!”
My siblings overheard this and they squealed in sheer delight.
All raced to change their clothing, something touristy and bright.
A picnic is just fabulous and getting there is too.
We scattered to get all we’d need. Were we going to the zoo?
We piled into that big old wagon, faded and light grey.
Oh this was just the very best way to spend a day.
Dad drove down country side roads and smaller highways too.
We counted spotted animals, weird license plates and canoe.
We stopped at roadside stand and bought some sweet fruit.
Dad pulled up to a quiet spot,said “Don your bathing suit!”
What a fun-filled time we had, splashing in the water.
Mom said to sister Judy, “You look just like a little otter!”
The sun was starting to head west and Dad said we should go.
This journey has been so much fun – food, laughter and a drive.
It was a special family time that made us feel alive.
We know these times are going to pass as we grow asunder.
Will we carry on tradition? I hope so, but I wonder.