An Old Dirt Road

Long country roads reminds me of home. Where Mother gardened in her yellow hat and Dad watching her would smile and at her laugh, then she would laugh along. The smell of honeysuckle on the vines and Sister reciting her nursery rhymes. My brother playing alone would dream of singing country songs, as he would with his little hands, that ole guitar strum along. Peaceful feelings this ole dirt road brings and how I would love to go back home again. So much has changed in the years that have passed but when I close my eyes, yesterday doesn't seem as long ago, as the sound of the word, the past. Running barefoot along the river banks, those memories will always be a part of me and for these memories, to my parents, I give thanks. It has been the greatest gift of all, for now when life gets to troubling my mind, I find a dirt road and just drive and go to the river to relive the loving times we shared and with my children create our own special moment in time, in hopes that someday, this with their children they will share.