"Roads"
THE ROAD SEEMS ENDLESS
THE SKYLINE GOES ON FOREVER
EVERY CITY DIMINISHES IN SIZE
EVEN THE TELEPHONE POLES STREWN ALONG THE HIGHWAY
GET FURTHER AND FURTHER APART
THIS VASTLAND IS NOW EMPTY
NO AWATING VISITORS
NO ONE WILLING TO OCCUPY IT
IT IS SOMBER WITH THE REMNANTS
OF PAST AGGRESSORS
THE PEOPLE WHO WHO ONCE TRAVELED THIS LAND
ARE NOW BUT A FORGOTTEN MEMORY
THE ROAD LEADS NOWHERE
AND STILL IT COMES FROM NOWHERE
THE PEOPLE WHO ONCE TRAVELED THIS LAND
THEY ARE THE LOST HEROS
THE LOST GENERATIONS
THEY ONCE PLANTED A SEED
HOPING FOR PROSPERITY
YET NOTHING CAM OF IT
BECAUSE IT IS NOTHING
AND CAME FROM NOTHING
ACCORDING TO THE STRANGERS OF THIS LAND....
6/30/95
PATRICIA VAN ORMAN
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