In station wagons, down old dirt roads,
We held our ground like sage soldiers,
Collisions of tire, and rock, and earth;
Undergrowth biting the undercarriage.
And we were human, and new
Our ruts were still just shallow grooves
While the yet unpaved dust retaliated,
Rebelling against our persistence,
Our ignorant existence.
viewingcamelot 
September 5th, 2013 at 3:58 am
I am immensely jealous of this one. It’s fantastic.
September 5th, 2013 at 4:25 am
I’m jealous of, “Urn you salvation.” That was genius, David.