Once, soaring down the highway,

Just outside of Abilene,

Listening to some Lyle Lovett,

Enjoying the blending scene,

Some lights came on behind me,

A trooper was on my tail,

I was doing ninety-five,

My fast trip was a fail.

     

“You got a pilot’s license?

Because you were flyin’ low.”

To his surprise I had one!

In minutes he let me go,

But not without a ticket,

And said I should have known,

I could not use a highway,

For a Texas low-fly zone.

Marlene Tucker, a native of Haslet, Texas, makes her home on a farm just outside Axtell with her husband, Bill. She says there is a poetic story in almost everything. Email her at marlenetucker22@yahoo.com.