Lanes And Lines Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Lanes and Lines

When we lived in village
The roads were gravel
Knew not concrete
Nor asphalt.

Unknown was the signals
Of the lanes and the lines.

We had beast-carriers
They were wise, clever
And experts in passage
With own way to handle
The other's right of way.

In manners that they had
One would say: "I go the…"
Signalling to right, left.

I was child when changes
Came with rain and shower.

Then flood washed away
Our gardens and houses.

We had to immigrate.

When in town, observed carts
Different from ours,
Were pulled by a mule or pony.

After time I observed
Animals had changed to
The so-called drivers…

They drove on wheels and
Had own laws with signals
For passing and limits
In writing or drawn
On the roads or roadsides…

They speak "Lanes and lines."