Roads

By popular demand . . .
Ok, it was only two people who asked for more poems and one of them was my mother.
But I will punish all of you anyway.

Roads

I like roads.

I like the giant super-slab
Looking down on the world from the RV’s cab.

I like roads.

I like two lane highways shooting straight across the plains
Between the fields of corn and wheat and other grains.

I like roads.

I like twisty little narrow roads without a painted line
With trees arched overhead to dapple the yellow sunshine.

I like roads.

I like ragged dirt roads barely more than a trail
Climbing up the mountains and trickling down the vale.

I like roads.

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