Post by goldenmyst on Aug 12, 2022 19:38:22 GMT -6
On the road to Taos
On the road to Taos
New Mexican snowfields in alpine country
My head pounds in the thin air
Altitude sickness is upon me
But my wife is fit as a fiddle
As we cross the Taos city limits
I turn the car over to her
She finds shelter for my heavy head
For three days I am bed ridden
She navigates a strange city
Whose streets she knows not
To bring us food
Until my throbbing head finds peace
Under her gentle touch
Very very proud of my lady
Who found her way on streets unknown
On the road to Taos
New Mexican snowfields in alpine country
My head pounds in the thin air
Altitude sickness is upon me
But my wife is fit as a fiddle
As we cross the Taos city limits
I turn the car over to her
She finds shelter for my heavy head
For three days I am bed ridden
She navigates a strange city
Whose streets she knows not
To bring us food
Until my throbbing head finds peace
Under her gentle touch
Very very proud of my lady
Who found her way on streets unknown
Me, I would have definitely needed Google Maps 
You're welcome 