“Desire was her name,
And she was the dirt
Road that everyone
Wanted to claim."
When I was just a little child
No one really wanted her you see
Me and the other kids would run
Down to where she led us to follow
Went on adventures with no cares
No traffic or horns, a jungle of trees
And living things, bridges, cows, and
Blackberries, bullfrogs, and a few
Beer bottles, the nearest house was
Not so near, and you would never hear
Neighbors hoot-and-holler out yonder
All was at peace, and we all desired
To follow her wherever she would lead
Until one day we weren’t the only ones
That desired her path, all has changed
Over time, and I no longer recognize
Her anymore, as the cars trample up
and down to create dust tornadoes
Speeding fast, more houses built up
Ancient trees by her side went away
Chopped down, now vacation homes
For the rich, but it’s not hard to see
Why she was desired so, who wouldn’t
Want her, so many go after what they
Desire.
This is a continuation to the poem "The Sticks"...the story of a dirt road named "Desire."