I look back upon the road,
I walked in my younger day,
I left many foot prints there,
Yet all have been wiped away.

Foot racing was a favorite,
Between my siblings and me,
Most times I won the fast paced race,
My feet you could hardly see. 

Chasing the dog when he saw,
A rabbit, 'possum or squirrel,
Seems he always ran to the road,
Kicking up a big dusty swirl.

A walk down this country road,
Going to the store to buy a sweet,
With a penny found in the dust,
Hershey kisses were a real treat.

We road the wagon to Church,
This was a twice weekly trip,
On Wednesday night we walked,
As the darkness began its grip.

Neighbors walked along this road,
Visiting others at day's end,
A greeting of outstretched hands,
Happiness when friend met friend.

Wagon loads of fresh picked cotton,
Traveled this way to the gin,
Nothing unusual to find atop,
Tangled haired kids with a grin.

Back in the times of the dusty road,
Crime was almost an unknown,
People were willing to help another,
Troubles were not theirs alone.

A strong belief in God above,
Helped face life's adversity,
Willing friends to stand beside,
With hearts filled with humility.

Times have changed in a lot of ways,
What use to be dirt is now paved,
No dust storms from the dog's feet now,
Only memory's scenes thus saved. 

Gayle Davisİ
April 10, 2009
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