AMISH COUNTRY

On the turnpike

My wheels carry

Me through Lancaster Pennsylvania,

From the turnpike

I pass farmland,

And Amish people

Working on the land, who wave?

To me,

As I pass them by;

Horses and buggies

Also drive by on

The road and they

See me and smile

And wave also;

It is so magical,

A land where everyone

Is happy;

I turn off the pike

At a town called

Intercourse,

And enter a diner,

Where everyone is

Dressed in black,

Including their hats,

They also smile at me;

I sit at the counter

A bit feeling out of

Place among them,

And order the specialty,

Pigs knuckles and

Hominy grits,

And the cute little

Waitress smiles, and says

Guten TUG

I grin and reply

Guten TUG

And suddenly feel

At home

Copyright © 2009 by Ed Galling

Ed is a season published poet. He is the author of numberless chapbooks and short stories. His work is well known at Fresh! Literary Magazine. Ed is ninety years young.

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Shirley Gerald Ware-Publisher