Another Reason Terrorists Suck

I got carried away by lines on a map,

By irregular contours going round and round,

Calculating mileage and routes,

First east, 400 miles, then south,

Back north-west 600,

About eight hundred miles in between,

Of mountain roads, mountain towns, mountain people.

Magic places to set up a tent,

Maybe drop a line of my own on one of the blue spots

Through West Virginia, Kentucky,

North Carolina, Tennessee, and Georgia,

Waylaid by a waking dream

In compensation for an expired passport

I need to get into Canada

To drive around the big lake.