An Old Dirt Road
I'm walking it once again;
My feet have never been happier,
Being as naked as the day they were born.
Strolling now along the path to my roots;
I reach up and grasp a lonely willow branch,
Oh how it reminds me of when I wasn't.
Of when one just like it waved cheerfully,
In a friendly breeze on this same country lane.
Joy used to await me at the end of its trail;
Warm embraces wafted on the winds on my way there.
The smell of cooling corn bread quickened my pace,
I'd run the last 40 yards to a paradise called home.
Now as I approach the final turn in my childhood road,
I wonder what waits just around a bend I once loved.
Will that house of two centuries still stand there?
If it does the loneliness of everyone gone may kill me.
Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved
Copyright © Robert Gruhn | Year Posted 2014
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