DIFFERENT SUNDAY

On our way in
We gambled the water hole
I suppose we were on a hurry
But we made it through

On our way out
We decided to share
The cattle’s road

The beasts looked disturbed
But just for just a moment
They quickly got back to gracing
Here we avoided the clay & mire

At highway speeds
We could feel the consequences
Of our gamble

The car began to shake
Almost uncontrollably
At first I thought the worse
But as we continued travelling south
I had my easy kind of feeling
This always encourages me

We persisted in our hunt
For the governor of the sea
I got mine
They settled for
Ground meat & potatoes