The wide Road

The Wide Road

This olive grove has been here for generations
the old couple who now pick olive, used to
play around the tree when their parents did
what they are doing now, an endless cycle of
toil and oil. But a motorway is slowly coming
this way under an orgy of cement and asphalt
land, almond trees and farms quickly disappear
it is as it never existed; and before you know
it the grove too will be gone and forgotten, for
now, like the roman roads, this motorway will,
in time break up be a faint scar in the landscape
and used as building material by the rightful
owners of this land and time will, as it always
has done, rectify human foolishness.