Lanes

 Left Lane 

Right Lane 

I cannot begin to tell of the travels to the right, the trips to the left, the times straight ahead. Like most of our little towns, they’ve seen their better days, when trains stopped you going right, when few speeding through slowed you heading left, when straight ahead took you slower still straight into farmland tranquil. The old landmarks are rapidly coming to an end, improvements in places, others, eye sores still, but in the end, we the well traveled will always overlay our way, with a wave to those dining at the Chick Inn, gasoline at the Carse Oil, shopping for dungarees at  the Lewis Dry good, crossing for bargains at the Priests five and dime, withdrawing savings from Perkins, groceries with Germaine, nailing it at Ross Hardware, purchasing land from Perry, and on and on, til home, a right and then always a left.