The Hainesville Woods from the interstate
Hide olde deep and dark ways
But I see their truth
Forty miles of back-road hills and turns
Sorrow etched in ice each milepost
Two I know too well
The one at Santa Claus Hill
Where my uncle’s truck brakes
Failed and left him lifelong lame
And the one where my grandparents died
Tearful childhood Christmas Eve
Our family’s toll a wreck beneath hushed pines
Remembered passing
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Copyright Deborah McGlauflin 2009. All rights reserved.
Forty Mile Woods
October 23, 2010 by dmcglauflin