To get a better feel for my next poem you might want to see the Hudson Valley area of New York in which I live by clicking here.

The speed limit on the road is much too high for meFor as I'm on my journey I'm on a quest you see

Are the blackcaps rippening there amongst the thorny thicket?If I go to slow to look, I am sure to get a ticket

Where are the cattails out there growing toward the sky?How can I find their furry fronds if I am rushing by?

A horse and buggy is for me, oh what a lovely paceYou'd never feel that life was always an everlasting race

The clip, clip, clopping slowly over the dusty country roadWould give you time to catch a glimpse of a napping toad

Or infant bluebirds nesting in the hollow of a treeTheir gapping mouths all set to taste an unsuspecting bee

Did you notice the big, black angus munching in the rye? Twenty five miles an hour is the way to catch their eye