Sentinel Poetry (Online) #25     2nd Anniversary Issue    December 2004



Route 66
Called to me one day
So I drove
Past houses, stores, and children
To a barren stretch of dust

No cars drove these streets
No customers flocked to these
Shutters shops and empty store fronts
Once proud landmarks
Stood silent witness to the decay

Nothing was left of the open roads
Empty promises
Try as I might
I couldn't walk away,
Deep in the soil there was still something
worth saving
Board by board I built a home
And decided to stay
in what was once the life veins
of the usa

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