A Poem For Today’s Drivers- No Matter Their Age

1967 Pontiac, owned by Larry Burnham, third place winner.

1967 Pontiac, owned by Larry Burnham, third place winner.

Here is a poem that came across my desk. It is called Driver’s License and written by Edgar A. Guest. Seems appropriate for summer driving.

This is your license to drive a car:

To be watchful ever where children are;

To travel the streets and keep in mind

That people are sometimes deaf and blind

And lame and feeble and care distraught

And accidents come from lack of thought.


This is your license to drive and so

All that it means I would have you know.

Though it isn’t printed in language plain

It’s an affidavit that you are sane

And it also tells that your city has found

Your faculties clear and your body sound.

It says that your city has faith in you;

That never a wrongful act you’ll do;

That you know how dangerous hills can be;

That you’ll pass no car where you cannot see

A long, clear stretch of the thoroughfare

And wherever you’re going you’ll drive with care.


Carry your license to drive with pride,

For how shamed you’d be were it once denied!

It is sworn-to proof that the rules you know,

That you’re neither stupid nor witted-slow;

That your city, through its officers, finds you are

Fir to be trusted to drive a car.

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