Road Trip to My Backyard

by Jordan Mcghee

A blazing sun doing its darndest to condemn me and my Dora crocs.  

Melding my dogs to the concrete.  

Teeth and bones in a yellow sandbox.  

A sandbox calling its sandman 

Put i to sleep 

For imma get up 

In 3rd grade i had an awakening because I didn’t know how to think 

Still a cookie crumble made fun of my hunger it was the darndest thing 

Howdy stranger 

Stranger no you saw me while you beat and threw that sparrow in a cage with a name  

engraved. 

Damn 

Where's my boots and cattle I rose with a ticket to the skies buried in my back pocket.  

Oh great heavens 

Aren’t you a sweetheart 

Damn, 

I guess so  

Should i buckle down and thank you for a name made out of tulips and tobacco 

Hell no I'm up now. 

Jordan McGhee ‘26 is a psychology and criminal justice major. She enjoys playing basketball and pursuing several hobbies. She loves poetry and eventually wants to publish a book after college.