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Dirt Road

Contributed by zedwards on Wednesday, 27th January 2010 @ 08:01:27 PM in AEST
Topic: oops

I remember as a child watching
The Bulldozers chew up our dirt road
Spitting up gravel and rocks
Into places never been
The ditch sacred as a graveyard
Became a battlefield of mud
I stood in the silence of my window
Listening as motors crackled like fire

Men with chainsaws ate through wood
Childhood trees were chopped to dust
A reminder of my misery
An open sky where shade once held
I remember hating those men
Whose machines of progress
Ripped through our yard
And took away my dreams of fairness

I threw rocks at the parked tanks
Cursing their existence
And escaping my frustration
But every stone bounced back
To lay at my feet
Only dents in Goliath
They could not slay the beast
As part of me grew up then

As a grown man I feel the pin prick of irony
For my summers retired from college
Are employed by the Road Commission
Serving those who brought me woe
Have served me now in paying bills
While off in the distance is the dirt road
My childhood could not save
Much older then, I am back to being young

The child in me gone
I had changed like the road
Coarse with a fiery determined youth
Progress paved me anyway
As I stood with what I use to fight
I realized the twists and turns
Encountered in this life
Have a way of turning on itself

I still walk backwards on that old dirt road
It carries a part of me left behind
The dusty, muddy youth before the fall
The washboard bumps of long ago
Have settled into me now
With years ahead and miles alone
Paved into the distance
The road was rough it’s smoother now

Copyright Â© zedwards ... [ 2010-01-27 20:01:27]
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