American Byways Poem by Darwin Henry Beuning

American Byways



I remember life
Before the Interstate

Minnesota,
In the fifties
And early sixties

Two lane roads,
Getting anywhere
Took forever and a day

In the summer
Rows of cars
Stuck behind tractors
Pulling loads of hay

In the winter
Being 'Snowed In'
Highway 52
Closed for days

Now, in America
We have Interstates
High speed expressways
Stretching coast to coast

Thursday, April 7, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: life
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I say 'Interstate', but then, a thought, from deep within, 'Not highways, but, Ribbons of Death'. Interstate (I-94) runs by my hometown of Osakis, Minnesota.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Michael Walker 26 December 2018

Your poem shows just how much the highways have changed and improved. The new system saves the motorist precious time, always significant.

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Kim Barney 07 April 2016

Yes, I remember those times, too. I also remember time before you. (I'm older than you are.) :) :) :)

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Darwin Henry Beuning 07 April 2016

There were 30,057 fatal motor vehicle crashes in the United States in 2013 in which 32,719 deaths occurred. A curiosity, pedestrian fatalities on Interstates have claimed an average of 610 lives each year. Interesting, since pedestrians are not allowed on Interstates.

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Kim Barney 07 April 2016

They may not be allowed there, but obviously some are there, and some are paying for it with their lives.

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