From Maine to Erie

My dad's job literally used to be

traveling long distances,

once we got to Maine,

all the way to Madawaska,

so when he started to complain

about the trip to Erie,

you knew it was a long slog.

My oldest brother

was the one

who initiated those trips

when he was accepted

to Mercyhurst,

but I spent my freshmen year there, too,

but my dad,

who by the way

spent many years

occasionally making the trip

down to New Jersey

so we could hang out

with our favorite relatives,

finally had enough of that,

and so that came to an end.