I use this highway often and I really enjoy the decorative pillars they put up. What a nice welcome when you come to Tulsa. I felt this needed a cache. A while back I commisisoned this poem for my husband and I wanted to share it with you as I love it so and it is befitting of this cache.
Keep Speeding
I thought of you today in the car,
When a bug smashed into my windsheild.
I don't know what kind of a bug it was,
Because I was speeding and that living creature,
Is only a spot of black and bright green,
On the glass,
As I am a spot of red and pink,
On the shatterproof glass of your heart,
As you are a spot of flesh and blood,
On my eyes,
On my lips,
On my memory.