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