{"id":7695,"date":"2025-10-07T14:56:18","date_gmt":"2025-10-07T14:56:18","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/gpstrianglenews.com\/index.php\/2025\/10\/07\/sardis-road\/"},"modified":"2025-10-07T14:56:18","modified_gmt":"2025-10-07T14:56:18","slug":"sardis-road","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/gpstrianglenews.com\/index.php\/2025\/10\/07\/sardis-road\/","title":{"rendered":"Sardis Road"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><\/p>\n<p><b><em>The Horaltic Pose<\/em><\/b><\/p>\n<p><em>By Tom Poland: A Southern Writer<\/em><br \/>TomPoland.net<\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p>Back roads never disappoint me. Such was the case with a road, paved just a tad, but deliciously dirt the rest of the way. As I suspected, its name, Sardis, comes from the Bible, though it could be a family name. On a September Carolina Sunday I drove its length. It did not disappoint me.<\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p>My journey began with a search for Camp Barstow Boy Scout Camp. After missing a sign and turning around three times I found it. A busy place with parents picking up scouts. I made a mental note to come back. My chief memory? The towering power line running through its parking area and the huge nests osprey and eagles had built atop towers. A sight like that fills me with mixed emotions. The raptors make do, that is they adapt to the loss of habitat, yet what ugly, menacing eyries towers make.<\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p>Making my way to Mt. Willing Road I found myself in places where vintage petunias grow and the Rose of Sharon blooms. A house 175 years old, with wooden pegs, some call them treenails, holding parts of it together &#8230; a curious outbuilding, an old produce stand, perhaps, that proudly displayed its owner&rsquo;s patriotism.<\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p>Staying on Mt. Willing I crossed Highway 378 and turned left on Sardis Road. In short order I passed Sardis Church on the right. There&rsquo;s a Church of Sardis in Revelation, a book my grandmother said was the Bible&rsquo;s most terrifying.<\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p>Sardis Road did not terrify me. It pleased me. My rearview mirror filmed my powdery contrail dusting leaves along the road&rsquo;s shoulder. The road ahead hosted crows &mdash;everywhere &mdash; a crow convention was underway. No traffic to disturb them save me. In my rearview mirror I saw them congregate in my clouds of dust, cursing me perhaps with their crackling raucous caws.<\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p>High shoulders bordered the road, a giveaway that Sardis Road is a road of the old days. And if that didn&rsquo;t convince me of its age, a magnificent school, I hear tell, did. It seemed European in style and the buzzard atop a chimney agreed, spreading its wings wide in affirmation, the legendary horaltic pose.<\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p>To photograph the buzzard, I positioned my tripod near a cedar post. I placed my hand atop the post to steady myself and lo and behold, I found a pocketknife some luckless worker had placed there and forgotten. Yep, losers weepers, finders keepers. I imagine you haven&rsquo;t heard that in a long while.<\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p>Down the road a piece I came across what I call the hay bale house. An old two-story southern home with a new tin roof (thank you owners) stared at big round bales that stared back. I would have preferred the old square bales (they&rsquo;re rectangular, you know) because that would have been more authentic to older times.<\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p>The best thing about this back road? It revived memories of childhood family reunions, smokehouses, old farms, and sugarcane. To this day I see some relative from the past, a great uncle I believe, cutting stalks of sugarcane and slicing them up for the kids. We sucked on them mightily. Don&rsquo;t you know they grew right beside a dirt road. God bless dirt roads.<\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p>When Sardis Road ran out so did the past. In short order I found myself in the present day amid traffic, vinyl siding, and all manner of development. I drove on with wooden pegs, vintage petunias, the Rose of Sharon, an old school, haybales, and buzzards and crows and the US flag flying through my mind. I had left the glorious past and gone back to the asylum. I promise you, though, I will escape and find yet another dirt road to the almighty salvation of the past.<\/p>\n<p><\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The Horaltic Pose By Tom Poland: A Southern WriterTomPoland.net Back roads never disappoint me. Such was the case with a road, paved just a tad, but deliciously dirt the rest of the way. 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