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.
Copyright © Sharon Gulley | Year Posted 2014
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