Darkest night—endless highway,
Speeding small universes whooshing along.
Dazzling head lights, light up the sky lights,
Cones of sight, cut through the inky forever.
Each month I go on--I take this journey.
West from the mountains,
East to the coast.
What drives me onward, mile after mile,
Down the ribbon of highway,
Across the endless flat land?
There’s nothing greater
Than the pull of a son’s love
To a mother who cared from the very beginning
These unbreakable, unshakable bonds,
Forged by father and mother in ecstasy,
Continue on, a remembrance of love.
Chuck Connors, August 11, 2010