Dirt Roads

Dirt Roads Hello ole friend, I’ve visited you before. What can you tell me, what news is in store? You read like a book, imprinted and deep. I know there are secrets, you like to keep. Let’s see what’s gone by, and traveled your way. Unusual footprints or tracks I might say! Looks like ole Fred’s been here with his truck, And after the rain, looks like he got stuck. Small stroller wheels and a couple small feet Pulling a wagon, that kid is so sweet. I see some new rocks jumped up from down under And oops there’s that pothole, new rattles asunder. You carry the brunt of Nature’s worst weather. I see where the flood washed out Sara’s heather. Now here aways, fences embrace Where wildflowers blooming, no curb to efface. And now through the hollow, the trees all adorn Like trumpets announcing this majestic morn. The deer and her fawn, new prints in the snow Your cold shoulder is icy, in minus below. And yet dear old friend, my thoughts turn to you. You haven’t changed much, you’re one of a few. No concrete, no asphalt, no white lines or yellow. No signs and no limits, you’re a polite kind of fellow. The stories you’ve seen as each day may pass The history made, the silence of past Are imprinted here, upon your great crest More than my years, you’ve stood the test. Horses and wheels, motors and tires, Footprints and hopscotch, puddles and miers. You’ve seen it all from beginning of time And still your pure beauty so easy I find. And now I arrived the place I call home You’ve guarded me safely when I’m all alone. I wonder how often anyone cares How great has your day been, traveling there?