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
