Dusty Road

daisiesnfld: Dusty Road
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A windswept narrow dusty road
Farther down leads to barbed wire
Past daisy fields and over yonder
To a swing in an old tire
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Swinging slowly in a forgotten breeze
It beckons for one more ride
To glimpse the tree tops and the secrets
Where we'd run and play and hide
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Overgrown are well worn paths
Of small bare feet that once trod there
And forgotten now the treasures
Kept in secret burial somewhere
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Baby dolls lined 'round a tree stump
Sipping tea from doll dishes
Served daintily by their mistress
Long gone with dreams and wishes
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Sun sets along that dusty road
That stretches way past the fields
Rises again in yet another world
Where its memories are relived
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© Daisies

Rick Prime: love this one Daisie, it's like a walk with you through your dreams