Traveling down a dusty mile
Mouth closed, but the edges show a smile
She knows what treasures the dusty road holds
Her feet know the way she could travel with a blindfold
The air is crisp as she inhales deep
The scent of honeysuckle her memory will keep
The sound to her right is a familiar bird
The cheerio of the Robin Bird heard
The crunching sound of feet on a dusty ground
Keeps a timed beat in a rhythmic sound
Down a dusty road, no need to hurry
She stops for a second as she sees a squirrel scurry
You’ll see so many things down a dusty mile
It’s a road she hasn’t traveled in awhile
Time rushes on, taking life pleasures as it goes
We race to keep pace and get lost in her throes
Today she’ll head down that dusty mile again
She hasn’t been here for a while since she can’t remember when
