Get Lost
Little Trees hang on the rear view
Next to an old dream catcher
Stickers cover up the back glass
Of all the places your tires have trekked
Long winding roads following a line of trees
The sun beats down on the water
Reflecting the prettiest baby blue,
Mountain peaks reach as high as the clouds
The fresh air seeps through the car
A smell that reminds us of childhood
Sometimes all you need is to get lost in the adventure
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This poem pulls me into the car for the ride and I’m all about it.