Poem: "The High Road"

The High Road

By: Eve Estelle

Oh, the sky is shining bright, bright blue,

Shining, shining, down on you -

My little, little Mary Sue,

Who so bravely rode that gilded horse

High upon the tor, stood there tall

And full of pride;

Who went to war against the tried -

Never, never lost their stride,

Instead called upon their rallied flock,

Those pristine hides and virgin voices

That had yet to wade in the red river;

Giver, giver, but quick on the trigger -

Purge the wicked and hush the words,

Burn the books, and ban the birds,

May the ashes cushion your fall.

Oh, you take the high road,

And I'll take the low;

I'll be in Scotland before you..

Author's note: This was my first attempt at mild satire - though it kind of starts to lose the "satire" aspect pretty early on. The title is important, here, however. It's normally considered a noble thing, to take the high road... So what in the world, then, is up with the difference in tone and that first stanza's ending?

On another note, the last three italicized lines are also lyrics from the song titled "The Bonnie Banks o' Loch Lomond."