The Open Road Poem by Cowboy Ron Williams
The Open Road
I'm flying down the open road,
wind flowing through my hair.
My brain is in torpedo mode
and I've got time to spare.
I used to travel with my horse,
but now I have a car.
This thing's a powerhouse of force,
and it will take me far.
Wow! Amazing machine and very nice poem. May I have a ride?
Thanks, Belle. Absolutely, you may have a ride. Just come visit me in Durango, Colorado.
I am a lover of cars too and love to drive on the highways…good to read your experience, Ron
Glad you're still alive, and riding in the saddle... no matter which horse it is!
Ever so sweet! .. Endless 10'S And Stars! ..++++++++++++++++++++++
Sounds like ever so much fun! .. And an awesome way to fly! ..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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11/21/2025 6:44:36 PM # 1.0.0
Traveling on the road is amazing. It allows you to see beautiful landmarks. A very lovely poem with great imagery and nice rhyme .
Thank you, lovely lady Rose Marie.