A red sun
hangs low on the horizon,
The sky has begun its darkening.
A glance back
as we travel the road out of town,
A prayer for our journey
of the great abandoning.
too long held at bay,
Hope fast growing old, A glance back
at our history of winding roads
and pot holes, A prayer
for our tomorrow. May we never forget
where we started.
photo from WVstateparks.com