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.
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