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The Road of Life

Story ID:10825
Written by:Monte Leon Manka (bio, contact, other stories)
Organization:retired
Story type:Poem
Location:Corona CA. USA
Year:2016
Person:Chelsea Kansas Kid
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The Road of Life

The first road I remember
Was Highway thirteen
Ran beside our farmhouse
Forever it seemed

This old road
Was a good part of my boyhood
I traveled her for years
Through dust, snow, and flood

I’ve traveled her in the daytime
I’ve traveled her late at night
I have traveled her in the mud
My car-what a sight

Across the low water bridge
At Durechen creek
Through the railroad underpass
Every day of the week

Four years of high school
Two years of Junior college
Drove it every week-day
To get a little knowledge

She was “wash-boarded” on the curves
Dusty on the straightaway
Went from Chelsea to El Dorado
Almost every day.

She was closed because of snow
She was closed because of excess rain
But I would like to travel her
Just once again

Old Gar Cundell
With his road maintainer
Would make her passable
For those far out of town farmers

Mr. Couts, our mailman
In his Ford coupe
Delivered our mail on Route Three
Almost every day

Rain or shine
Snow, wind or dust
He always found a way
To get our mail to us

This old Highway thirteen
Is like the road of life
Good times, bad times
Cold winds that cut you like a knife

Part time smooth
Places where it was rough
Like life itself
Sometimes hard and tough

If I had to do it over
I wouldn’t change a thing
I’d jump in my Model “A” ford
And do it all over again

This ends my ode
To Highway Thirteen
That sand road and life
Sometimes can be mighty mean

Monte 1-23-2016