Pulaski

We drove to Pulaski
Ate lunch at the Yellow Deli
Wandered through Amish country
Took the long way home
Rolled the windows down
To listen to the birds sing
Smiled at old barns
Passed the foxhounds in their pen
Saw the coming storm from afar
Lightning strikes and the rain face
Red brake lights and slow traffic
Running low on gas
Enduring the long drive
Wanting to already be home
Finally, pulling into the driveway
Happy days never end like we think they should
But things that are simple are seldom easy
If they are worthwhile  
. . . Pulaski