GOOD DAY ON THE ROAD

This poem is dedicated to Punxsutawney Ray, an avid caller to KDKA Radio. The poem speaks of his "favorite run".

“A GOOD DAY ON THE ROAD”
A few hours of sleep, Joe in my cup. I took ‘er once over, And fire ‘er up A prayer on my lips, I throw ‘er in gear My log up to date, Daybreak is near. Four lanes to two – I draw a deep sigh– The road is all mine Kiss congestion “goodbye”. As the sun-warmed horizon, Melts the stars from the sky – Mist shrouds the meadow, And morning is neigh. Soon, the sun hurls the horizon, And up to the test- I live for this run, And point ‘er due west. For hours on end And only for me, An eighteen wheel chorus Sings sweet harmony. I stop for a break And top off the fuel – Elevation increasing, Air crisp and cool. On the road yet again, Downgrade I let fly – High gear in my hand, God’s grace fills my eye.	Be it the billowing beauty Of clouds passing by – Or a gaggle of geese, Hell-bent for the sky. White snow capped mountains Scrape the azure blue sky – A thousand elk graze As I roll, headlong by. A run of such beauty, I wish you could see – As if God stroked a painting Expressly for me. Many hours behind me And time now to stop – My headlights aglow, Now time to pull off. A legion of stars, One by one, come to sight – Sentries of heaven, To keep guard O’er the night. This run nearly over, I lay my head down– I’ll unload tomorrow, And turn ‘er around. To me, a good day on the road Is much more than a job – It is a mile by mile testament To the Glory of God. James Anthony Thomas