Wooded Lane To No Where Poem by Ludvig Von Himmelstein

Heavy pedaling
Dogs Barking
Buck Passing
Pinestraw dirt road
Wide enough
For small car
Leading
Uphill from a lake
Heading nowhere!
To no other roads
For miles on end
Meant to transport
from boredom
to wonder
From ponderous to free
from soul less
to spiriting

As a child
I spent hours
In such lanes
thinking myself mature
took off to corporate
corridors
until my soul grew fat

Well I'm back
Can't now be convinced
of a world more important
Then the lane to nowhere
Going everywhere
The corporate corridor
A dead end.