A Guide to Flagging and Traffic Control Near the End of Construction Season

For Angela Voras- Hills As work inches along the highway you’ll be standing next to a field the breeze a song only you’ll hear as it whispers but you remember life’s a song your life a collage of all the experiences your heart holds such joy to behold as the season passes as the passing sun bleeds into the sky as the days slip from your hands but that’s the way it goes as your hold your sign as moments go by and a voice in your head says it is so now an open road as a car rushes by fast. You’ll only remember the joy the days go by so fast. a line from a poem by Angela Voras-Hills.