by Rachel Hoyt
image by sippakorn via freedigitalphotos.net
We walked the path less traveled
and found we liked the way.
We carved the earth with trowels
and oxen carts and sleighs.
We made wheels so we would roll
faster down dusty trails.
We smoothed the bumps, filled the holes,
to make our paths less frail.
We now use the less traveled
to make the journey great.
We set aside our trowels
and turned into the freight.
Copyright © 2014 Rachel Hoyt. All rights reserved.
This poem was inspired by A Brief History of the Road,
things in nature and inventions that help us move loads.