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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 © | Year Posted 2020

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Wolf Avatar
October 13, 2020 at 6:05 PM
What a tribute! -- To a dirt road, no less. Very creative, yet very real too. Enjoyed thoroughly. Thanks, Charlie!
Ashley Avatar
October 13, 2020 at 1:40 PM
Oh, Charlie, what wistful reverie! You captured feelings and textures with wonderful sensory imagery and emotions that in turn captured my heart and imagination. This piece brims with beautiful nostalgia mixed with present-day melancholy of good times gone by.. loved it, my dear friend! Warmest wishes.. ~Susan
Cunningham Avatar
October 9, 2020 at 7:48 AM
Lovely memories of years gone by Charlie, why does it have to change. Hope you're keeping well. Tom
Delaney Avatar
October 9, 2020 at 4:42 AM
Great memories, Charles. Treasures in your heart, SuZ
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