Yellowhead Highway
Yellowhead Highway
(Outside the doorsteps of wilderness).
Riding in the back of the car
Smell of gas leaking, gone too far
Engine filled, should remain empty
Down this #1 Highway to oblivion
The road signs get his attention.
Now he knows it's time to go
Wandering through the fields they shall go
Back to the bad seed they have sown
Land ripped up and root of good fruit exposed
Bad seed scattered around by the human hand.
Seeds scattered across the land;
Underneath frozen fields like tundra
Where the land begs him to wander
Land of burning fields, scented of ash
Mixed with the blossoming wild rose.
Land of volcanoes by the sea
Land of endless space into eternity.
Haunted by its flush fields left fallow.
For future yields with many more
Harvests through the coming years.
Burden of development, dreams in tow
This bag of seeds across a ship on the sea
Eyes through the firelight into descent.
Upon shadows beneath aurora.
Hollow aphorism except for life.
All visions a trick of the mind
Eyes blinded by not the heart
Made with valour through years of strife
Fields of mourning for soldiers
Died upon fields of flowing blood.
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