Somwhere in the west beyond
Glaciers glimmering white,
Beyond cities of modern
suffocation and delerium,
settled upon rocky beaches
that kiss only the waves
and the forgotten creatures
that wash upon it's hearth.
This is where you'll find
"the Road" as the locals
may call her, Winding
desperatly to find her
ending, somwhere between
a seashore and an eternal
green forest.
Her shoulders covered in the
emerald moss that claims the
trees and the earth surrounding.
Though "the Road" may go nowhere
she is well versed and well traveled.
She listens quietly as the youth,
entwine unskilled fingers in
tangled hair
And on those bright summer days
that never actually become summer
she is trampled by visitors who
laugh shunnigly at her length.
But still it watches as the
winter sun never rises and
in the spring weddings march
down to her chapel.
Late at night when Juneau
rests peacefully in her mirth
"The Road" laughs for she
is the heart to the beauty of
this place. She will show you
The foaming green glacial waters,
And Dolphins at play, She will
embrace you in angelic forests
where Devils paw lay.
In her brief stretch she can show
you the world, If you'll only let
her lead.
