| Previous | Nov 13, 1996 | Next |
Isolation | ||
On the surface far below Dusty threads of road are seen. We don't know just where they go, And they're very far between. Ribbons sometimes very straight, Sometimes in a random bow, Help the farmers of the state Reach the places that they know. They must very lonely be, Far removed from city life. Yet they find security, Free from traffic, noise, and strife. | ||
| Previous | Category Philosophy Categories Index | Next in Category |