Nelle McClenahan poem: ‘Family Travel’

We’re going, going, going where?

Who knows? until at last we’re there.

GET IN! GET IN!

GET OUT! GET OUT!

I will! You didn’t have to shout!

Okay. I’m sorry.

Try to smile.

We’ll be there

in a little while.

Just settle down

and all be quiet.

Sleeping helps.

You just might try it.

I’d like to

but he’s crowding me!

His leg is bumping

on my knee!

I have to pee!

You’d better stop!

I really do.

I kid you not!

Three in the back.

Who gets in the middle?

None of us

is very little!

We’ll all take turns.

That’s only fair.

How long until

we’re finally there?

THAT long! Oh dear!

Oh me ... oh my!

I may not last ...

I think I’ll die!

This story was originally published March 4, 2016 at 10:01 PM with the headline "Nelle McClenahan poem: ‘Family Travel’."