Back Roads, Ghost Towns
I miss the wide open spaces
The places between here and there
On the road again to find out
Where the white line leads.
Let me follow the back roads
Once more, thru small towns
Drifting along at a much slower speed,
With no particular place to go or be.
Blown by a wayward wind, tumbling
Across the desert to places long
Forgotten, slipping away to a past
That no one remembers any more.
Lingering over onemore cup of coffee,
In a roadside café, watching the local
Traffic move slowly by, unbothered
By the pressures of the modern world.
The places I love best are the ones
Hardest to get to, well off the beaten
Track, visited only by those others like
Me, those who love a fast fading world.
When I join history’s parade, marching
Off the way of all things, raise a glass
To me, in some local bar, with all those
Wh happen to be in town that night.
I miss the wide open spaces, fenced
Off now and bypassed by the interstate,
Lonely, dusty towns and scenic spots,
That once made America wonderful.
6 comments:
This was a great ode to a dwindling way of life. I didn't know that you wrote poetry, it's very good. You ought to check out www.fanstory.com - you can
post your poems there and other writers (some are very good) can give reviews on the work, which helps you grow as a writer/poet. Glad you posted again, I haven't either in a long time...but I've been busy writing my book....take care..Sandi
It brings a tear to my eye, we all need to slow down, and remember our happy memories. I drink to you now, for reminding me.
this reminds me of mine and Tom's trip thu Arizona long ago. Thanks for sharing.
Reading Back Roads, Ghost Towns took me to a warm summer day long ago, traveling through the wilds of New Hampshire, when traffic was slow and people were friendly.
Very nice reminder of the way life used to be.
Wonderful memories only by missing the simple things. Places where you came from which would be your roots. A journey back home which made the person that you are today a tremendous writer an family man. Your entry sounds to me that you should drift with no paticular place to go. As I do when going home to the mountains. Wow Bruce maybe I should be the 2nd Dear Abby just a joke as always I love your journal. Oh by the way just drift visit the coffee shops and freinds from the past with a promise you will return with a different point of view about life it's self and a warm feeling will over come your soul.
Patty Ann
do you remember gene shepard? when i was a kid and we were camping my we listeened to the story of the ice cream war on the radio and saw an amazing display of the aurora borealus {northern lights|} sitting around the campfire. till this day i talk about it with my daughter and grand daughter. they dont abd cant understand those easier and simpler times. By the way , in case you dont know who gene is....he`s the guy who narrates " A Christmas Story" We listened to a lot of that on WOR AM. in NY I guess were talking early sixties. sorry to go on but it brings back with AOL HELP, as poor?
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a lot of memories .....I,d really rather be there now enjoy life....thanks for the reminder...jim
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