Sonorous Poetry

Highway

A place to go from,

A place to be,

A place to pass,

A way to flee,

A river coasting houses,

A stream of wheeling boats,

A death bed to many,

And a life-line to most.

 

Half a world,

Intertwined by pavement, paint, and peat,

Gears and pistons,

Heaving metal,

Wayward,

A\'fore the blazing highway heat,

Yesterday, today, and as long as people seek