(31) March 26, 2010: The Pioneertown Motel

THE PIONEERTOWN MOTEL

Adjacent to the highway lost in dust,
Dilapidated remnants of a bygone day,
When horse now bone, and bump-a-long buggy rust,
Careened their saddle sore and breakneck way
From city leave to pleasant country stay,
A fortnight's rest in a higher drier clime
To keepsake memories boxed for future time.

Now here we are come rolling in on wheels
Of air, with power drawn from burning fuel
In purring muscled engines born of steel,
The city networked in through handheld tools
That cure the country of its vagrant rules,
Our instant futures plucked without regard,
And zipped up sweet in a silicon memory card.

D. Edgar Lamp

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