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th' dust never really settled
th’ dust never really settled
th’ dust never really settled
on those backroads of virginia
yesterday past
and though times were rough
and winter brought only snow and cold
there was still a warmth
in th’ house heated only by kerosene lamps
and patchwork quilts
swirlin’ dust
can’t be found beneath th’ packed snow
and th’ dust never really settled
chocolate mud first formed crators
then valleys
an’ th’ pourin’ rain brought only wet feet,
soaked heads, runnin’ noses
an’ wishes that a doctor cared
for those who needed
but couldn’t return the favor
with anything more than ‘thank you’
country doctors
never found their way to th’ country
thanksgiving cornbread ushered toyless christmas
th’ new year replaced th’ old
rain melted th’ snow
and thunder yelled, seemingly only at me
but th’ dust never really settled
though thick colorful quilts were removed
and with them th’ memories of numb fingers
pokin’ in bottomless pockets of kneeless trousers
with grumblin’ bellies
children went off to bed
but th’ dust never really settled
th’ difference between a tear and a laugh at bedtime
came more from th’ stomach than from th’ heart
and th’ coolness of th’ night was still
but for th’swirling dust
’cause th’ dust never really settled
on those backroads of virginia
yesterday past
© tolbert
Copyright ©
wayne tolbert
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