Harbinger of spring
You coat the road fringes
Blooming across the landscape
Yet often you’re cursed
Pointing our way
Avoid that road work
Slow down! You move too fast
Blooming both night and day
When work is done
You still stand guard
Until you are picked
And planted once more
No one mourns you
When you sacrifice yourself
Body all mangled
A median of plastic carnage
Do you dream of quiet?
A placid scene?
Tranquil lanes of idleness
While worlds pass you by
Come winter you sleep
Awaiting your moment
When once more
You stand guard for us all
Even A Broken Clock 