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The ballad of Four-Mile

Dear Editor,

Potholes, potholes

Jarring my commute.



That they’re getting bigger

This you can’t refute.



The developers are richer,

The county’s crying poor,

It make you stop and ponder

What’s next for us in store.

Another day, another truck

Carrying its load.

Building up the houses

Tearing down the road.

I think I lost a hubcap –

Maybe just a tire.

I hope it’s not an axle

Buried in the mire.

The deer stand silent in the dusk

Surveying what remains

Of verdant fields and pasture land

Now turned to culvert drains.

They tell us this is progress

And we all sigh “oh well”

We’re losing what was heaven

As populations swell.

I know you can’t turn back the clock

But writing’s on the wall.

Let’s take responsibility

And think what’s good for all.

Sharon Andersen

and Martha Fredendall

Four Mile Road

Glenwood Springs


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