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Shacks on Highway 231, Along the High Red Clay Embankments

By Bonnie Roberts

These words are for those who never wrote a word,
or sang a song,
or thought a great thought,
or invented something,
or made something lasting.
These words are for those who lived
extraordinary non-extraordinary lives,
of getting up each day,
and walking through the day,
kicking at dirt clods,
or staring at trees,
or whittling a branch they finally
threw away