Rhythmic Stories September 21, 2021

Dusty Roads

Walking down a Dusty country road
Falling leaves scatter their colorful load

Crisp and Cool is the feel in the air
lightly blowing through my long hair

Barefeet stop and feels the soft sand
I pick up a few pebbles to rub in my hand

Memories of seasons float through my mind
Walking dusty roads another place and time

The only sounds that you can hear
Are squirrels and birds in the Oaktree near

Life is full of roads to travel
Take a walk you might unravel

Memories long tucked away
Are only a Dusty road away

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