Water From A Rock

On the Holy Highway Driving down a country highway Loving the open road Hadn’t passed another car in miles Rolled down the window Cranked up the radio put the pedal to the metal With a full head of steam barreling down the highway full speed ahead And then it happened The impact was momentous I was transported! 3 inches off the seat I flew my neck snapped I bit my tongue Spilled my coffee The record on the radio started skipping I saw smoke And then the car died I got out to look around . . Realized I had to look up To see the sky And to my chagrin There was me and my car Deep in the belly of a pothole! So I set myself down And decided to write a story. PL Pearce The author is a refreshingly new, and unique writer has followed life’s road from the cornfields of Kansas through Oklahoma to West Texas where there are plenty of open roads and an abundance of potholes.