rain clouds off to the right
dull and darken afternoon skies
portent of the gathering distant storm
blue and green signs
off to the left beckon
towards tranquil recreation areas
C’mon, dear, the kids’ll love it, ‘n’ we could use some peace and quiet.
brown signs direct to the right
to the memorials and battlefields
where were made the greatest number of
widows and orphans and grieving others
by those who held the high ground
their cries still rang out in the minds of the visitors
“The High Ground… Hold for the High Ground…”
Oooohh, Daddy, do we hafta?
Aw, shaddup Sis, gees Dad, she never wansa do nutin’ cool.
they died for the high ground
and now the high ground passes by on the right
looking no different from the interstate
than the next rolling Virginia hill except this one’s spotted with
the occasional marble marker and that one’s spotted with
the occasional cow
C’mon, Honey, the kids’ll really love it!
‘N’ it’ll teach ‘em a little ‘bout the war
there are so many brown signs on this interstate
they seem to come almost every exit
named after another hill
covered in graves