photo from Karen and Josh

Country Roads : where do they lead us ?

It’s a place I dream of, where I was born, my home. Small rural spot in the middle of nowhere. My dream is with me wherever I go and I’ve been around. Slipping into sleep, I’m there standing on that quiet country road where I belong.

One trip I was nearby, thought why don’t I drop by  my home town ? See if Aunt Ginny’s still there. Park the truck, walk down the main street. It’s quite empty, no people. Is this it ?

My dream  turns to dust. It’s just a forgotten place.