In a hand basket

         In a Hand basket

The bike is coasting down the lane, the wheels go round and round. Why am I in this basket and where is it that I’m bound? I take my chance, a leap of faith, then quickly to the farm to jump into her arms, again I’m safe from further harm. Then off to walk the yellow road, adventures are in store. I think it’s safe to say we aren’t in Kansas anymore.  ~Dean Neighbors~

This was inspired by a bumper sticker I saw one day ... it read, "Why am I in this handbasket, and where am I going?" … and it just wouldn't go away until I wrote it. "If happy little bluebirds fly Beyond the rainbow, Why oh why can't I?"