When I was young I walked my share of country roads
Kicking stones along as far as they would go
Picking berries off of bushes along an ancient fence
Or watching streams under bridges, as they’d flow
Carefree times the time of youth for a country boy
A time to watch the breezes sway the trees
Or catching crayfish down by the meadow stream
build a dam of rocks - somewhere to set them free

But now the roads that bisect my rushed and harried life
Are streams of endless cars all zooming by
The dreams and the cares of that simple time
Are reflected in the daydreams that stalk my mind
I wonder through the times and roads of yesteryear
I find a shady place to laze and watch the sky
Somehow it seems the call of those happy days
Has me searching, for what I can no-longer find

06/26/2005

Posted on 06/26/2005
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