All day long on the highway <br />The King's fleet couriers ride; <br />You may hear the tread of their horses sped <br />Over the country side. <br />They ride for life and they ride for death <br />And they override who tarrieth. <br />With show of color and flush of pride <br />They stir the dust on the highway. <br /> <br />Let them ride on the highway wide. <br />Love walks in little paths aside. <br /> <br />All day long on the highway <br />Is a tramp of an army's feet; <br />You may see them go in a marshaled row <br />With the tale of their arms complete: <br />They march for war and they march for peace, <br />For the lust of gold and fame's increase, <br /> <br />For victories sadder than defeat <br />They raise the dust on the highway. <br /> <br />All the armies of earth defied, <br />Love dwells in little paths aside. <br /> <br />All day long on the highway <br />Rushes an eager band, <br />With straining eyes for a worthless prize <br />That slips from the grasp like sand. <br />And men leave blood where their feet have stood <br />And bow them down unto brass and wood - <br />Idols fashioned by their own hand - <br />Blind in the dust of the highway. <br /> <br />Power and gold and fame denied, <br />Love laughs glad in the paths aside.<br /><br />Louise Driscoll<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-highway-5/
