A Highway Man Poem by Phil Soar
A Highway Man
He trudges behind the truck
Cones lifted from their cage
Placed on the tarmac in rows miles long
In the dead of night they appear
Frustrating those who deem them a blot on the landscape
He put them there
And in time, will take them away
Until then he works through the night
Lining them up
In neat rows
Filling lanes
Robbing us of our time
Holding us up
He is A Highway Man
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