A Sunday Z-Drive Ode (archive)

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Mister Bruce, your call last night was so very nice
To my erstwhile tiring day, it did add spice.
Insipred me, it did, to take a drive
Into the mountains where God's handiwork is beautiful and alive!
Left work at two and drove off into the blue
The weather was so warm, what else could I do?
Took the top down and packed it away
Lowered the windows so in the wind my hair could sway.
The Z was tight and handled well
Going around Watauga lake really went swell.
Ascending the mountains into the Town of Boone
Was so easy, it ended just too soon.
Finally I found the Blue Ridge Parkway entrance at Blowing Rock
And then I threw the car into gear; moving faster than a jock.
Up on the ridge the sky was blue, so very blue and clear
The wind was breezy and cool, it felt as thought October were near.
Hawks were soaring high above the tree
As I neared that lonley sentinel, Grandfather Montain, I did see.
Crossing the Viaduct gave views of the east so fine
So beautiful and perfect, God's paintings' sublime.
Soon I departed the Parkway for higher ground.
On toward Roan Mountain mountain on the roads I had found.
Roan stands high, over 6,000 feet to be sure
On the westward side was ice, cold and pure.
The wind howled and the air was cold
But in my convertible I drove, the driver so bold.
Twisting and turning down the mountain side
Watching for more than one rock slide.
But soon the day ended and nightfall came
Ended too soon, what a shame.
What a wonderful day to drive in my Z
What a wonderful place to live and be.
The one thing that did make be sad is that I did not see
Anywhere I went, another Z. :)
ARay

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