Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THUMBING A RIDE, by K. L. PENDER


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THUMBING A RIDE, by                    
First Line: I cannot ride in the city streets
Last Line: To thumb me for a ride!
Subject(s): Hitchhikers


I cannot ride in the city streets,
Nor out in the countryside,
But somebody wags a hand at me,
Thumbing me for a ride.

I go for a swim in the ocean,
Come drifting in with the tide:
Someone starts sinking a half-mile out,
And thumbs me for a ride.

I think I'll be safe on the mountain,
On my skiis on the Mount Hood slide:
I runover a guy half buried in snow,
And he thumbs me for a ride.

I'm hoping when Death's dark angel
Comes to tell me it's time to go,
And I follow on to the Beautiful Land
Where there's neither frost nor snow ...

As I'm trying out my brand new wings
And flying high and wide,
That no one will stand at the Heavenly Gates,
To thumb me for a ride!





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