| Some how I think, but I'm not sure, perhaps it is | | | | renovated it seems; still old barns,turned into |
| just me,we all go back sometime and try to find | | | | garages, as it was way back then. |
| that place in timethat says in your mind: "I wish I | | | | In those far off days, I suppose in the 20s and |
| was back there!" | | | | 30s,it was used for buggies with horses (the Old |
| Or "Yaw, those were the good old days." | | | | Dirt Road);in my time, back in '58, a few cars, and |
| Or "How did I get here, from way back there?" | | | | my young feet. |
| I guess I could go on and on, but you get the | | | | It was a rough and jagged road; no car could |
| picture, | | | | have gotten down itcompletely, not all the way, |
| Some things we just never forget. And it is | | | | not without endangeringits under structures, floor |
| surprisingwhat they can turn out to be, for me, | | | | boards, tires, shocks, and so on. |
| an old dirt road. | | | | I loved that old dirt road, and now that I think of |
| (When I went back there, it never changed,it | | | | it,possibly part of the reason could be, it served |
| remained the same, after forty-years!) | | | | me:almost traffic free, gave me time to think, |
| If you've ever felt like that, listen up, focus,you | | | | I was at peace; it was just Him and me. |
| are not alone, I was a soldier once, a soldier, in | | | | As I walked the old dirt road, back in 1958, |
| trying timesit was back in sixty-nine, from Fort | | | | perhaps to '62, |
| Bragg, to Germany to | | | | I was but eleven-year old when I started, back |
| Vietnam, to Italy, and them some, but the Old | | | | then. |
| Dirt Roadwhere I grew up, along side of it, | | | | I'd pick out a piece of grass from the side of the |
| I never forgot, and as I used to walk it to its top, | | | | road |
| I'd talk to the Lord, then catch the bus, go on to | | | | (a weed) like my mother used to do, put it in my |
| school, | | | | mouth,walk up to its top, and talk to my angel |
| Yes, oh yes, I can see myself walking through | | | | friend, |
| my backyard,jumping over grandpa's fence, or | | | | Jesus too, some forty-years ago. |
| walking around it,way back when; up that old dirt | | | | Yes, be it under the sun, rain or snow, a simple |
| road I'd go,to Rice School (it isn't there anymore; | | | | piece of grass,on an old dirt road, talking to God, |
| nor did I attend it,it was just at the top of the hill | | | | listening,answering His questions,they were simply |
| when I was young);along the edge of the road, | | | | ones back then. |
| some houses still remainsome gone, some | | | | |