“High Road”…a poem


For Frank T, Steve New and Frank H, and Kim Russell.  I’m flying with you guys, I’m tired of the crows…


High Road


Asking directions to the high road,

I got shrugs and blank stares

yet knew there were two roads-

both led into infinity

both coursed through

all manner of life with pitfalls, trenches

where bones were broken

skulls rattled loose from moorings

like ships in high winds, dangerous waters.


What was the difference

and why should it matter?

The effort costs

energy regardless the choosing.


An old man sat at the crossroads,

a bum, grizzled gray hair

sprouting porcupine’s quills,

rheumy, pale eyes staring at the world–

little interest in what passed.


I asked him the way to the High Road

and with a toothless grin

he stared at my feet, my hands,

lifted his eyes to my face.

I thought him mad and cursed myself

(asking questions of a fool!)

And was moving away when I heard his voice:


“Did I know of the eagle and crow,

how they soared upon thermals

higher and higher

became dark, formless specks upon a limitless sky,

lost to human eye, invisible even to gods?”


I thought him crazed and started away-

he cackled and spat on the ground.

Something made me turn, startled,

And saw the wisdom of Solomon in his

now- shining eyes.



“The crow harries the eagle, the eagle flies higher.

Vengeful, annoying crow flies round eagle’s wing

turning this way and that, yet the eagle flaps upward

soars upon thinning air until the crow

breathless and spent, drops to the common ground-

falls to his death.”


“The High Road, the path of the eagle.

The low road, the path of the crow,

mingling with dullards

daring nothing, with eyes cast downward

only saving a bit of energy

learning nothing of worth.”


Silently he sat, an old man

eyes glazed with age and fatigue.

With a nod to his wisdom and a toss of a coin

I gathered my strength and pushed onward,

Upwards, the lift of eagles, now under my limbs.


Jane Kohut-Bartels

Copyrighted, 2017-2019








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6 Responses to ““High Road”…a poem”

  1. petrujviljoen Says:

    A strange smile has appeared and is floating around here somewhere.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. ladynyo Says:

    Hi Sweetie!!!! glad you read this poem. Different for me….


  3. Frank J. Tassone Says:

    Ah, this is the High Road! Bravo! And congrats for finally getting WordPress to publish it! 😉

    Liked by 1 person

  4. ladynyo Says:

    Frank? WP wasn’t working properly….so when I deleted my entire browsing history….Ta=Da! Thanks for reading it.

    Liked by 1 person

  5. petrujviljoen Says:

    Loved it Jane.

    Liked by 1 person

  6. ladynyo Says:

    A bit of sense to poetry….LOL.


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