The Road That Leads To There Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

The Road That Leads To There



The road that leads to where
is also tinged with sorrow most know best.
While the rooster on his wooden perch
to soon, the sun comes up.

On any road, you walk on foot or travel on
an empty train has left.
Street signs that see their dreams
in green
are read from left to right.

Old these people are to scared and cold to wait
like standing trees asleep to long
and winter comes to late they can't hang on.

Some young women
hold the cries of older men inside
and then their face is gone
other voices
heard at night are gone without a trace.


From the city or the state some wander naked.
In the garden
near one corner lies an unborn child one hides.
Graffiti on the walls
scrawled written names of all the dead.

Wednesday, October 1, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: green
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James McLain

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From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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