The Deadly Mile Poem by Frank Halliwell

A mile of deadly road exists, a bit beyond our ken,
Where fate awaits the careless act, a common fault of men.
Perhaps out in the country on some dusty rural road
Or wide and modern highways with a heavy traffic load.

There are no signs to mark its start, and none to mark its end,
No flashing lights will warn you of the dangers just ahead.
It may be in the heart of night, or in the blaze of noon.
There'll be no indication that your end is coming soon!

The mile behind is history, its danger's in the past.
The mile ahead, a mystery, its peril unsurpassed!
Its hazards lie round every curve, its dangers; manifold.
It waits to trap the careless, the unwary, and the bold!

Beware of inattention and the drunk whose sense has fled!
The deadliest of roads you'll drive.....
... Is that next mile ahead!