Highway Angel
- A hitch-hiking country beauty
This is the story of an imaginary young lady that lives life free and always gets her ride when she turns on the charm. But there is more to this charming lady than this.


She's a highway angel with her skirt hitched way up high.
And she always gets her lift when the truckers drive by.
Down all the country byways, with a well practised thumb
Living by her own rules, passing men-folk all succumb.

Sleeps beneath the starry sky, stretched out on fields of hay.
Washes by the river, at the start of each new day.
Few can resist the reddish glint, of her flowing hair,
Or her silky voice, as she enchants you to the fair.

She doesn't give to the poor, takes nothing from the rich.
She's only passing by as she stands to get a hitch.
Very few possessions fill a small and dainty case.
With a life so full and free, there is no need for lace.

Winding lanes and narrow streams, are only hers to know.
Each rock disturbed or flower in bloom, shows the way to go.
When she wants to travel far, or there is awful weather
She turns on all her charm to every passing driver.

She's a highway angel and I think she stole my heart.
She got me going down the hill, when I couldn't start.
Her face and mine, all beaming smiles, passed the county sign.
But she belongs in back-roads, that never will be mine.

Farewell my highway angel, with your slippery wings.
Farewell my highway angel, and all your precious things.


Category: "Stories"
Written by Keith Lambell,   December 4th 2003
Poem viewed 34 times since March 2002.