But a Day

This road of beauty, Breathtaking bold! Holds secrets untold.
Red ground, days after the fact,Sorrow for a wife.
Grief for a daughter. Despair for a son.
Hopelessness for mom, shock for Dad.

One day vacation,
Everyone's nightmare. We know not our end.
Signs of tragedy lingered,
Shouting, broken voices on Scanners blaring in near by homes,
Screeching ambulance delayed.
Unable to reach you.

Terribly wanting to help.
Plows clearing the way.
Red diluted to pink as time passes.
As the bold blizzard blocks destination.
Your unmovable crippled body lay.
Sorrowful snowmobiler's appear,
Softly whispering in groups.

Tears dripping down red cheeks.
He isn't from here.
He was here for but a day.....

They stare at the pink snow.... Fearful,
knowing it is now too late.
As harsh winds howl and snow circles
Chilling the body with cold and fear.

They are told his neck was broken from the crash.
Speed was deadly and alcohol warmed him within,
But could not save him from death.
Down in the valley- climbing the ditch.
Slamming into the mighty Oak. It was all over for him.

I want to forget the blood.
This road, now two years later ,
Still boldly breathtaking'
Was not at fault.
It still holds untold secrets,
And we know not our end.