{"id":3133,"date":"2017-04-15T05:53:14","date_gmt":"2017-04-15T05:53:14","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/?p=3133"},"modified":"2017-04-15T05:53:14","modified_gmt":"2017-04-15T05:53:14","slug":"3133-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/3133-2\/","title":{"rendered":"The Road Home by Leonard Henry Scott"},"content":{"rendered":"<h2 style=\"text-align: center;\"><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter wp-image-3134 size-full lazyload\" title=\"The Road Home\" data-src=\"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/04\/road.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"983\" height=\"733\" data-srcset=\"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/04\/road.jpg 983w, https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/04\/road-300x224.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/04\/road-768x573.jpg 768w\" data-sizes=\"(max-width: 983px) 100vw, 983px\" src=\"data:image\/svg+xml;base64,PHN2ZyB3aWR0aD0iMSIgaGVpZ2h0PSIxIiB4bWxucz0iaHR0cDovL3d3dy53My5vcmcvMjAwMC9zdmciPjwvc3ZnPg==\" style=\"--smush-placeholder-width: 983px; --smush-placeholder-aspect-ratio: 983\/733;\" \/><\/h2>\n<h2 style=\"text-align: center;\">The Road Home<\/h2>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">by Leonard Henry Scott<\/p>\n<p>She walks to her car in the IGA parking lot<br \/>\nLong striding and brisk in a flowered dress<br \/>\nJim Dandy grits and Budweiser topping her cart<br \/>\nDark eyes flashing at the orange night falling sky<br \/>\nShe starts up the car and rolls onto the street<br \/>\nSquinting down creases of ebony skin one<br \/>\nFlat hand raised to shade the white glare from<br \/>\nThe shimmering road and the bones of the town<br \/>\nSlowly she passes the yesterday mansions now<br \/>\nMoldered to wreckage and funeral homes<br \/>\nWhere only the echoes and ghosts still remain<br \/>\nDrives carefully by and leaves them undisturbed<br \/>\nThen out on the road where the cotton scraps blow<br \/>\nAnd the Carolina sun clings faintly to the sky<br \/>\nTogether they race through farms and plantations<br \/>\nWhile night creeping darkness remains close behind<br \/>\nTogether they race through the gray desolation<br \/>\nFrom old things forgotten yet always recalled of<br \/>\nA long ago time unknown but remembered and<br \/>\nThe restless dark spirits that still haunt this road<\/p>\n<p>She drives fast and straight toward her destination<br \/>\nAway from the darkness that grabs at her wheels<br \/>\nIf spirits are true and not false apparitions, best<br \/>\nTo meet them in sunlight than here in these fields<\/p>\n<p>She makes one last quick turn through the dust to<br \/>\nHer yard, and with door-slamming quickness looks Up at the sky, a lone sliver of light barely cuts the<br \/>\nHorizon, home safely again once more before night<\/p>\n<p>###<\/p>\n<p>Leonard Henry Scott was born and raised in the Bronx, New York where he attended Evander Childs High School. He is a graduate of American University (BS) and The University of Maryland (MLS), and was on the staff of the Library of Congress for many years. He and his wife, Hattie, live in National Harbor, Maryland. His essays, fiction and poetry have appeared in; <em>Garbanzo, Foliate Oak, The MacGuffin, The Lyric, Poluck<\/em> and other publications.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Leonard Henry Scott was born and raised in the Bronx, New York where he attended Evander Childs High School. 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