Road Warrior

On cold mornings in the winter months,

Through Summer's heat in the afternoons,

I stand solemn guard for the unknowns,

My sacred sign borne aloft

To regulate the flow,

I am the pumping flow of traffic,

Where my greatest deeds,

Pass by unheeded.

Yet here I stand,

A clay warrior

That bakes in the sun,

Or cracks in the cold.

I'll stand, keep standing,

From "Stop" to "GO",

Cars pass by without knowing

I've saved their lives.

But when I return Home,

Glorious and Proud,

She stands silently and whispers

"Do you know they can see the road?"