Poem

The Road

road

a trail of dust, from dawn to dusk. a car that’s fast, one you don’t see go past.

a roar, racing out the door a grind of gears, from all the years.

a race, cars kept at a steady pace. loser will walk, winner will talk.

the road, where stories were once told. <span style="color: #e97e2f; display: block; font-family: Impact,Charcoal,sans-serif; text-align: left;">told of cars, <span style="color: #e97e2f; display: block; font-family: Impact,Charcoal,sans-serif; text-align: left;">challenging other cars.

<span style="color: #e97e2f; display: block; font-family: Impact,Charcoal,sans-serif; text-align: left;">road

<span style="color: #e97e2f; display: block; font-family: Impact,Charcoal,sans-serif; text-align: left;">Car...car...car.