Roads
Paved roads hinder
were dust settles
Somewhere on that old road,
Wild ferns grew and still do
Many a days wanting to walk these
roads,
talk to someone
Hands touch as I reach yesteryears
dreams,
looking to the sky
ah, but God provides such bounty,
lone I walk once more
The honey suckles, fragrant;
one drop of nectar
Just a drop of sweetness for the
town folk
Copyright © Cindy Cayton | Year Posted 2014
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