The Country Roads Poem by Benjamin Chiu Uy

The Country Roads

Yourbirthplaces were the roads, local signs
And local language,

Your heart belongs to the country roads,
on the western ballads,

Like a destiny map,
the songs belongs to the white people, white women,
Country Roads and sang by John Denver,

Prevailing over this brown barrio lass, who'd been calling in your present sleep,

Manila, Quiapo, Santa Cruz, not Chicago or Georgia,

Not maneuverings on these foreign roads.
wherever a choice between two continues,
Are the toss of a coin,

Heads or tails,
the pin of changes,

Or Frank Sinatra whose labeling you as a foreign rover
The confluence of the main events,

Some stop over on this roadside bars and hidden parlor,

The warm red cheeks that turned blued the moments you found your shoes, tried to go, tied the strings,
Tofollows the roads back home.