My Rise and Fall (I am a road) (Poetry Monthly)
Now, this is my story from birth to decay –
how was it I came to exist
to signal direction, and make a connection –
how long would my purpose persist?
They walked, and rode horses from farm to farm,
down there to the village and back;
then built themselves carts that could carry their goods,
so gradually made me a track.
By moving obstructions, and levelling my bumps,
improved me – I then was a lane,
depositing gravel or heavy stone slabs
so wheels wouldn’t stick in the rain.
Busier and busier as cars multiplied,
strongly re-surfaced at last,
tarmacked, well-founded, and widened so that
the cars that they met could get past. …
… Farms became derelict, towns grew in size,
I found myself less often used,
money was tight, and my pot-hole repairs
were delayed, or neglected, refused.
My edges then crumbled, each winter the cracks
were spreading, and grass roots took hold,
no longer a road, soon a lane, then a track –
drive with care, for my (sur)face is old.