(State Highway 95,
Coeur d'Alene to Sandpoint, Idaho)

The two-lane travels on
Into eternity--
The crosses like a picket fence
As far as I can see.
An endless stretch of highway,
Another trail of tears
That touches the horizon,
But never disappears.

Flowers now are scattered
Beside the asphalt trail--
Each mile passing by holds
Another sorry tale.
And in the rearview mirror,
They're closer than it seems--
The shadows of the lives cut short
And all their hopes and dreams.

The shoulders seem to glitter
From bits of broken glass--
And still we hurtle down that road
As time slips by so fast.
But in the whistle of the wind
There is a mournful cry--
Asking for remembrance
As we go rushing by.

The winding ribbon reaches
Behind us and beyond--
Each cross, each flower, a tribute
To all those who have gone.
This trail of tears we travel
Is strewn with memories--
Of hopes and dreams and promises
That now can never be.

So as we travel down that road,
Our lives a frantic pace--
We always should remember
What's been lost along the way.

Dedication: This page is dedicated to the memory of all those whose lives have been cut short on this Highway...

And all the family and friends they left behind.

Also dedicated to Alex Kost by all of his classmates at Waterloo High School