Notes About The Poem
When I was a young lad we used to play behind a Sweet-Shop (candy store) in the woods. There was an old dirt road that was nothing more than an zigzagging trail in the latter years. Now there is a developement there with townhouses and streets. I remember many times being chased by the police as we rode our mini-bikes through the trails. We knew those trails so well we would never get caught (lol). Great times...So sad a memory.
The Old Dirt Road
I shared my life with you...
So much my friend
I thought my times with you...
would never end
On your winding trail...
I walked
Where rabbits ran...
and squirrels squawked
I've seen the shadows...
from the sun
Mini-bikers...
on the run
You kept us smiling...
you old road
Where Lois Lane...
and Jimmy rode
With no white lines...
to smudge your style
Memories saved...
on every mile
An Indian path...
you used to be
Broken arrows...
in the tree
Your fluffy dirt...
now neat and paved
Like Prince Charles...
All clean and shaved
The government...
had bought and sold
So say, so long...
you old dirt road
Copyright © Charles Messina | Year Posted 2020
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