Down a Dusted Trail
Today is our cleaning day. Vacuum, laundry, shower tiles – the whole nine. This includes dealing with those stacks of mail and papers that seem to grow during the night.
In one stack I found a backup CD with some old writing. Here’s some from the digital archive. I’ll pull one of these out from now and then.
June 10, 2005
Down the road aways
Sweet dusty roads
Take his mind
Back to the hills
Rolling behind.Cool morning mists
Breezy deep nights
Fireflies swirl
In the quiet moonlight.Ache in his heart
Brings tears to his eyes
To think of that life
Where his truth lies.But it’s not hard to find
Where those stories stay
Just round the next bend
Down the road aways.
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