The Black Road
A stroll along the swinging bridge
I stood and looked below
the scene down under
was surely a place
you didn't go alone
old railroad tracks without a train
ran across the new black road
surrounded by hills, trees and greens
riding we would go
climbing atop the old snake hill
sledding down in the snow
a diamond lighted the sky at night
as it did the new black road
summertime was surely the best
a bike for two was the thing to do
when riding down black road
the slippery slope was not a joke
when all of a sudden the chain broke
I started to yell it’s time to bail
as we saw the tracks below
the bike was shaking,
our minds were a wreck
as we sped down the black road
it seemed but a flash
when the bike crashed
and we landed on our backs
on the railroad tracks
and that was the end in fact
the bottom of the black road.
Copyright © Yolanda Scott | Year Posted 2020
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