POETRY: This Road I Love You!

In us is the same stone, iron and ire of the Cascades covered in evergreen emeralds

And is the same steel and resolve in the bridges that cross the Cedar and Colombia Rivers
Faced blades on the crazy streets made of concrete roses ephemeral 
Those pedals kept us full until the Pacific coast shivers
Say cheese, smile at what only God could create

101 winding roads carved high into cliffs over expansive shores
No man or beaver could damn God's unrelenting waters
Over bays and underpasses, through small towns where Old Glory roars
We admired, again, what was forged by our forefathers
We run from our duty for our fate

Timidly, my fearful temperament fights against the edges of ruin

No guide around the sand dunes makes us long for a desert unforeseen 

Our thirst for adventure indelibly quenched, we were drew in

The redwoods braved the same rain and the same years we ween

Golden lands tell us, salvation is closer today

The redwoods passed so did time we barely afforded

The roses of saints greet our Bay stay, where we agree

We would not stop again for the Bay has been corroded

May she be Heaven again, before she is engulfed in flames or falls into the sea

Yes! Fighting for where my children were born to be

It decays, by sight, we fly by, my eyes are not lying
Reality knows that Old Glory blooms 
And that patriot dens will proliferate and be providing 
The long perilous road, winding down our coast, through the valley loom's
An indelible reality to which we are incredibly beholden

Those that will deter, we may have to raise our rifles and pistols

If they do not constitute all we should want to need 

We will prepare for times most abysmal

And for everything that the Los Angeles streets heed

In the fight for these roads, may by God, we be blessed!