I love to walk along
Old dirt roads in the country
The build-up of road trash
Along each shoulder
Tells a story
Empty bullet shells
Coca cola cans
Crushed beer cans
Dollar General bags
There was life here once
Kids growing up
Shooting road signs
Road signs filled
With rusting bullet holes
Each hole made by a rifle
Held by a child? Boy? Girl?
Probably all of the above
All part of growing up along
An old dirt road in the country
A necessary ritual of transition
From boyhood to manhood
Girls to women
It shows that the old ways
Are still used
God Bless America!

~The Tennessee Poet~
Β©Walt Page 2020 All Rights Reserved

38 thoughts on “Old Dirt Roads ~Walt Page, The Tennessee Poet

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  1. Ooh! Powerful, satirical, sardonic yet packed with the emotion of a disillusioned idealist. Walt, I’ve missed reading you for a while now. I hope you’ve been well. Your blog is truly among my top three. One who writes from the heart πŸ’›

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