Road Scars

Road Scars Where we’ve been in our trusty old car Leaves a tale it can tell From the dirt that graces the trailer hitch To the mud in the fender well Entrails of bugs on the windshield… Bugs of every kind Heaven knows that we all know… The last thing to cross their mind! The blossoms of Bakersfield The dirt from an unpaved road From Buttonwillow to Oil Patch The dust clouds just explode! The nicest car on the brightest day Rolling down brand new road Is never a match for a well primed dove Ready to drop his load! So our car is a canvas on which is painted The places we have been It bears the marks of low hanging branches Etched into its tin We also have a past That’s visible to trace All the mud we have been through Is etched upon our face! David Kettler