Paradise Is Down A Two-Lane Blacktop


Originally Written In 2002 By Ric A Ohge aka Rex Dexter

As we close in on the 2016 American Political Race-this poem rings more true than it did in 2002 when I first wrote it. 

If we aren’t ready to do what needs to be done to get this for ourselves and children, perhaps we deserve to be serfs in the oligarchy we’ll get instead. 

Consider This An Open “Letter” To The Political Campaigns.

The Poem:                                        


First, we were drawn by the land,
enticed by the promise of freedom…                              

fresh faces in new places, where
we built our farms, our stores, mills
smithies, with our own dreams
and our own Hands, paying our way
with the sweat of our brows,
leaving our bones and legacies
as our testimony to those
who would follow.

Then, great factories replaced
the smithies, concrete towers
supplanted the wheel mills, and
we were drawn from the land
to the growing cities for what we

believed were better dreams,
brighter futures,…”the good life.”

The farms we left were swallowed
by corporations, the family
store was neglected by the lure
and flash of the corporate chains.

We were the great middle class,
living a vision, that for most of us,
never truly existed, leaving                    
nothing, but broken dreams
as our legacy.

Times and paradigms pass.
Some of our small towns just died,
some were swallowed by the
circling cities, others are
barely hanging on, yet,
here and there, new pioneers
are returning, bring their
fresh faces to the old places,
rediscovering the old ways and
creating new ones, as America              
finds her roots again.

Hollywood, Broadway, & Prime Time
doesn’t show our true image.

Our story isn’t on CNN or in USA Today.

We’ve journeyed back, off the
Interstate, rebuilding the
Courthouse square, starting farms,
building houses, stores, and families,
infusing our enterprises with

Faith, truth, love, patriotism, and a
determination to not allow our
unique visions or our new freedom
to ever be swallowed by mere
sound-bites, glamour, glitz,
or pulp fiction.

The America and World
we must become is the one
we always knew in our hearts.

We had only to remember that
Paradise is down a
two-lane blacktop,                                            

where the tree of
wisdom waits for all
who prefer revelation
over information.

The super highways
and bypasses, the
jets, planes, buses,
and trains can only take you
by the “American Dream”.

The turn down that two-lane

is a calculated decision
to arrive there, a journey
you take, only if you’re
hungry for a new vision,
if you’re ready to put down
some new roots, and make
your own legacy with
your own hands and the
sweat of your own brow.

If you’ve caught
that pioneer spirit,
then here’s the place
to draw close to the tap
roots of the “American Dream”,
where the juices flow
strong and rich, near the power,
right at the source.

You have truly arrived,
friend, for you’ve
come to a powerful
place to begin anew,
where you can find purpose,
change the landscape, acquire
wisdom and real estate, create
your own legacy, where your
accomplishments and children
earn respect and receive honor,
where your babies and bones
are attended with reverent
tender care by real peacemakers.

Oh yes…if you destroy,
mar, steal, or harm
those and that which
is in their care,
you’ll have a fight
on your hands, the like
you’ll not soon forget.

No, real peacemakers are
the architects, the restorers,
the creators and shapers,the
healers, the comforters and
nurturers, the sowers and
caretakers of paradise.

They are recreating and
shaping their future and
shall be counted blessed.

No need for a plane, bus,
or a train to come.

We’re waiting at the
gates of paradise at the
end of any two-lane blacktop,
beckoning, as Lady Liberty
has for over a century,
“Send us Your tired, your
poor, your down-trodden,
struggling to be free…”

We’ll be waiting.



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