highway dreaming

I keep dreaming of desert highways  
Places I knew as a child  
In a land of drought and red dirt  
Where every road led to adventure  
 
I've no glass jars filled with money  
No adventure fund plan  
That I could guarantee  
Wouldn't get spent on shoes  
And impulse buys  
 
Though the dusty open plains remind me of home  
And our muted green bush makes me smile  
At the discomfort the first settlers  
Would have felt  
Gazing out at this untamed land  
 
So I keep dreaming of desert highways  
And roads worthy of poetry  
Destination unknown  
 
(C) Indie Adams 2014