March 24, 2014

Roadside Grave

A few spare saplings
A rocky cairn
Water dripping from a 44

Truckies stopping day or night
Replenish that vital supply

May crack a can
A few quiet words to their old mate

None stay, bit shy to camp
Perhaps a few too many brews
Wake up fresh, seems all right.

Next trip replace that trickle line
A long hot summer would knock ’em back.

Shadin a lone grave
On a lonely track.

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