Mississinewa County Road Poem by Jared Carter

Mississinewa County Road



When you drive at dusk, alone,
after the corn is harvested, the wind
scatters bits of dry husk along the road.
A farmer has draped a groundhog's carcass
across the corner of a wire fence
and the crows have pecked out its eyes.
Your headlights show these things
to a part of your mind that cannot hurry,
that has never learned to decide.
While the car goes on, you get out
and stand, with the chaff blowing
and crickets in the grass at the road's edge.
In the distance there is a dog barking
and somewhere a windmill turning in the wind.


From Work, for the Night Is Coming. First published in Pembroke Magazine.

Mississinewa County Road
Tuesday, April 25, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: countryside,evening,midwest,america
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We think of the American Midwest as a rural and agricultural world, and certainly it is that, but throughout the nineteenth and twentieth centuries it was also an area of intense industrialization, urbanization, electrification, and technological development.
The archeological evidence of such innovations abounds. In the late 1830s Ohio and Indiana were cris-crossed with dozens of canals in the attempt to form a vast inland system of waterways connecting the East Coast with the Ohio and Mississippi Rivers. The coming of the steam railway dispelled that particular dream. But the abandoned locks, overgrown channels and tow paths, and turnaround basins of those canals can still be discerned in the Midwest, often in seemingly remote and wild areas. Early in the twentieth century entrepreneurs created the "Interurban" network, a rail system of electrified passenger cars that for its time was one of the most extensive and advanced transportation systems in the world. It did not survive the Depression, and was displaced by automobiles and modern highways. But the remains of its bridges and its right-of-ways can still be discovered by the careful observer. The great railway empire itself, built up since the Civil War, has lately begun to diminish and slip away, its tracks abandoned, its depots and water towers falling into disrepair. But the physical evidence of these experiments and these changes can still be found at many points of travel in the Midwest.
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