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On The Road to Nowhere + (<div class="poem"> <p>Upon Returning to the Country Road </p> </div>)

Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>Usually, too, her passengers waited for her to start the conversation, and talked at Mr. Boltwood rather than directly to her. But the bristly man spat at her as the car started, "Going far?" </p> </div>)
R.V. and Another + (<div class="poem"> <p>Vagabonds of beauty,<br /> Wistful, exquisite waifs<br /> From a lost, and a forgotten, and a lovely land,<br /> We cannot comfort you<br /> Though our souls yearn for you. </p> </div>)
Coast to Coast in a Brush Runabout + (<div class="poem"> <p>WESTWARD PIONEERS-A BRUSH AND THE TRINKLES </p> </div>)
Brown’s Descent or, the Willy-Nilly Slide + (<div class="poem"> <p>Walls were all buried, trees were few:<br /> He saw no stay unless he stove<br /> A hole in somewhere with his heel.<br /> But though repeatedly he strove </p> </div>)
Rabbit Elusiveness + (<div class="poem"> <p>We bough … <div class="poem"></br><p>We bought up all the lumber in Curran’s lumber yard,<br /></br>Built a thousand hutches, for cost had no regard.<br /></br>Faithfully with many tools we labored every day,<br /></br>Fully settled in our mind we’d make the rabbits pay.</br></p></br></div>r /> Fully settled in our mind we’d make the rabbits pay. </p> </div>)
Coast to Coast in a Brush Runabout + (<div class="poem"> <p>We decided they thought our car would get stuck in the deep sand on the steep grade and they would have some fun pulling us out, but the car had crawled along slowly and steadily, spoiling their fun. </p> </div>)
Coast to Coast in a Brush Runabout + (<div class="poem"> <p>We did not try to make fast time, because safety was our first thought. Fred went over the car carefully each morning before starting. </p> </div>)
The Motor Road + (<div class="poem"> <p>We drive until the evening wind blows drear;<br /> I long for such a day to come once more.<br /> The roar of traffic beats upon the ear,<br /> I part with romance at the city’s door. </p> </div>)
Westward Hoboes + (<div class="poem"> <p>We followed his gesture wonderingly toward the lonely cluster of houses, a warehouse, a store, an ex-saloon with the sign badly painted out, and "refreshments" painted in, and the usual group of busy loafers at the store. </p> </div>)
Coast to Coast in a Brush Runabout + (<div class="poem"> <p>We heard there were three feet of snow in Weber Canyon, which we had just come through, and were most thankful we had wasted no time on the way. </p> </div>)
The Road to Glory + (<div class="poem"> <p>We know a good old Missouri town,<br /> Where "niggers" a-plenty live all around.<br /> On a little hill down near the mill,<br /> The "nigger" church is standing still. </p> </div>)
Chaplinesque + (<div class="poem"> <p>We make our meek adjustments,<br /> Contented with such random consolations<br /> As the wind deposits<br /> In slithered and too ample pockets. </p> </div>)
Man's Idiosyncrasy + (<div class="poem"> <p>We now relate this sorry fact,<br /> He’s been a month upon his back,<br /> On both his cheeks he’ll have a scar,<br /> He stepped in front of a motor car. </p> </div>)
Kisses by the Roadside + (<div class="poem"> <p>We saw them by our headlight's glare,<br /> Through their windshield sitting there,<br /> Oblivious to the world around,<br /> They kissed and made but little sound. </p> </div>)
Washington Square + (<div class="poem"> <p>We sleep in the eternal arms of night:<br /> We give ourselves, in the heart of peril,<br /> To sheer unconsciousness:<br /> Silently sliding through space, the huge globe turns. </p> </div>)
Dawn + (<div class="poem"> <p>We trudge along wearily,<br /> Heavy with lack of sleep,<br /> Spiritless, yet with pretence of gaiety. </p> </div>)
Westward Hoboes + (<div class="poem"> <p>We waited hopefully. But again he bit it off. </p> </div>)
Automobiling in the West + (<div class="poem"> <p>We walked back to Summit Station and stayed at the hotel that night. Next morning, aided by some kindly disposed railroad men who could handle shovels most effectively, the machine was dislodged. </p> </div>)
Chaplinesque + (<div class="poem"> <p>We will sidestep, and to the final smirk<br /> Dally the doom of that inevitable thumb<br /> That slowly chafes its puckered index toward us,<br /> Facing the dull squint with what innocence<br /> And what surprise! </p> </div>)
Our California + (<div class="poem"> <p>We wrote him, "We can tell no more,<br /> But when you reach this western shore,<br /> Studebakers you'll see them everywhere."<br /> Then, he said, "Heaven is there." </p> </div>)