The Power Plant

It was a very long walk…

Nature Trail

The day was hot and heavy
Honeysuckle in the air
The bees and flies were buzzing
I could feel them everywhere

And, sweating on the dusty path
That led out of the woods
I skirted by the country club
And golf course neighborhoods

And down the shell-path road I went
To a barbed-wire fence;
Behind that was the power plant
Which was, of course, immense

It sat before me, humming
Smoke and lights in bright array
Just as the shift was changing
Toward the closing of that day

I sat and watched the sun go down
The people down below;
Then headed to the dorm room that
I’d left four hours ago

Why walk eight miles in summer heat?
Why sit there by the hour?
Well, I was young and full of thought
And, I guess, drawn
To power

Power Plant