Carl Stevens' Journal: A Poem On America's Longest Road

Ah, Route Twenty, road of my heart,

You knit a nation together when we seem far apart,

From the Atlantic Ocean to the Pacific pond,

You've felt our headaches, absorbed our smiles

For three thousand three hundred sixty five miles.

You're the longest single road in the U.S.A.,

And you make my youthful soul want to drive all day.

When I see you up ahead, I've got nothing to fear;

I drive from Waltham to Rensselaer,

And who knows what kind of magic might occur

Between Erie, P.A. and Perrysburg?

From Gary, Indiana to Chicago, Illinois

I hear the thump, thump, thump of America's great noise!

And I sit back and let the car start roaming

On that wide stretch from Iowa to Casper, Wyoming.

I thank the Lord for Yellowstone and Idaho, too;

And for the ride of my life, I do thank you.

From the lakes, through the mountains, this land comes alive.

I thank you, Route Twenty, for a helluva drive.

WBZ NewsRadio 1030's Carl Stevens reports