Gravel Roads

Gravel Roads To me, America can be found On calloused hands and gravel roads Where weathered faces See life through honest eyes Laboring from sunrise Until driven from the fields By evening’s fading light Walking from the fields As the moon and stars illuminate the night Peaceful and content Knowing the world was right Sore but satisfied There was nothing left undone At the end of this long day. Up and down the gravel roads The calloused hands still hold The spirit that made this country strong.