Leaving Indian Head
LEAVING INDIAN HEAD
Hot dusty sunny empty street:
Dark interiors of houses and shop
Where folks hide from the heat;
No hurry, plenty of time to stop.
Past the elevators, lumber yard,
Dried-out ditches, freight cars, tracks.
Far-stretching highway hot and hard:
Put pedal to metal and relax.
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NOTE
Indian Head is a very small, old-fashioned prairie
town 45 miles east of Regina, Saskatchewan.
Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2011
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