Drive

Take me on a drive. 

I'll roll the window down, 

stick out my hand, 

let it 

soar through the air, 

fly on the speed, 

fly on the wind. 

Take me on a drive. 

I'll paint a sketchbook full 

of watercolor landscapes 

in my head, 

of the white-wrapped hay bales,  

the green rows, 

the red tractors, 

the orange rolling hills. 

Take me on a drive. 

I'll breathe in the feeling 

of just-right cold air, 

comforting barn smells, 

piles of pumpkins 

for sale 

on all the dirt roads. 

Take me on a drive 

through fall.