To the novice traveler they are but staid suspensory stakes.

Interlacing, view-obstructing, never ending stakes.

But to me, a seasoned roadman, occur as honest friends.

Please----look again, you hurried tourists;

     Look not superficially, for you will still see

                               but a TELEPHONE POLE.

     Look, and see them entwining and encircling.

     Cinching the girth of our sprawling nation;

See them as:

     Sturdy, stoic sentinels of solipsism,

     Forever filing into the horizon,

     Compliant to their physical bonds.