Road Trip! First Stop: Augusta, GA for a Weekend of Tennis

The Road

The Sirens of old

Captured their men

With honey-dripped voices

And beauty no end.

At first just a whisper

Across the seas

The Siren's Song drew them

With greatest of ease.

The Road is my Siren

That calls to me so

Deep in my dreams

And tells me to go.

She sings to me softly
Of places to see
Of cities to visit
And surprises for me.

I awake with a start
Not knowing quite why
Forgetting the voice
With a gleam in her eye.

But suddenly thoughts
Begin to form
Of trips untaken
And journeys unborn.

Vegas with friends!
Or New Orleans, LA
There's always Bahamas
Or Boston, MA.

The Road she has called
And I must obey
"Fill up the tank
And be on your way".

So off to New Orleans
To experiences unknown
For the Road will reveal
What seeds she has sown.

And as Day One
Draws to an end
I give a slight nod
To the Road, my dear friend.