A Poem from the Trail Rondy about Shared Use (nerd I am)

They came together with motors and soles
voices together discussing their foes

the challenges, each other, creatively woven
talking together, it's touchy, they've chosen

to attend a place the others will be
and they find it's the haters and aggressors they seeth

the idiots who disregard their fellow humans
"Your work ain't worth a dime," their treads yell as they're zoomin'

without a face to step up to the plate
admit that the action involves lots of hate

the do-er, aggressor, whatever you call 'em.
Did they know what they're doing, when they tore up a trail that day then?

Is it ignorance that an idiot makes
or malice that feeds the idiocy debate?

If we saw the action could we stop them, would we try?
Would they understand when they see the white in our eyes?

The potentials for salt water tears welling up saying "this trail is forever, we hope, we want
your action may ruin it all for the rest on foot or with motor, we all like the jaunts

but one day done wrong because you didn't know
or worse--didn't care that your action would show

and last for decades--year at best
unless someone comes, heavy equipment to test

if the trail needs rebuilding it might be ruined
but if not we'll come together like bruins

tough and ready, to tackle and restore
come together and unite, to make so much more

we'll conquer the idiocy and ignore the idiots
focus on family and friends, really it's

all about the future--not years but tomorrow
to retain our neighbors and the land that we borrow.