A milestone keeps a gaze on the road
as vehicles one after the other pass,
Some cattle piss on their way to graze
and it sees some change in the color of the grass.
The numbers remain in dark dismay
Away from the destination should it forever be?
Hope floats in many a journeyman's sight,
Some worried eyes, some relieved and free.
It bears the dust of a windy noon,
It takes the cold of a frosty night,
It soaks in joy the evening it rains
taking the lashes with frigid delight.
A stone is a stone you might suggest,
Sometime so near and yet so far.
Noticed by many loved by none
exists, until a day it gets bumped by a car.
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