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Dusty Back Roads Of The Past

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I remember the Carolina mornings with its rolling hills. I remember the cows in the pasture with their mournful bawl. I remember the cotton dust and the smell of peaches on the trees. I remember the dusty back roads and the feeling that this all would last for an eternity. I remember it all��..

Tuesday, April 24, 2007

Dusty Back Roads Of The Past

Tiny whispers gather on the dusty back roads of another time.
Gypsum and feldspar collate on the elapsing shelves of my mind.

Small streams trickle distant, feigning albeit a mighty raucous roar.

Rusty barbed wire wends its way along muted fence rows evermore.

Cotton dust swirls with the dust devils on the lonesome road ahead.

Silver lights refractions dance slow on the tin roof of an old tool shed.

The morning�s heat climbs with the sun in a madding dash to the west.

Dusty back roads of my past, memories tiled in youth�s convenient best.

Oh so long ago did this road I go� oh so long ago on my childhoods golden dreams.

J. Allen Wilson � FOUR-Twenty-FIVE- TWO THOUSAND & SEVEN

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Reviewed by Butch Howard (Reader)

Reviewed on April 26, 2007

I like those old dusty back roads. You can travel down them and make new and exciting discoveries, like the inspiration to write this poem! Great work Allen!
~Butch

Reviewed by Karen Palumbo

Reviewed on April 25, 2007

Thanks for sharing the memories of a beautiful time long ago. Sometimes think it would be better to leave well enough alone.

Be safe,
Karen

Reviewed by Joyce Bowling

Reviewed on April 25, 2007

Such beautiful memories and outstanding imagery...I too recall the dusty dirt roads. Actually the road where I live was just paved this past year! I was glad in a way, maybe during the winter when the snow and ice fall it melts quicker, but I do miss the old dirt road, it was one more piece of the past that is now gone! I loved this write, very sentimental write with a touch of sadness! Beautifully written. Enjoyed!
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on April 25, 2007

beautiful imagery in this poignant look back Allen!Felt like I was with you;-)

Love,
Eileen

Reviewed by Sharon Jordan

Reviewed on April 25, 2007

"oh so long ago on my childhoods golden dreams." You took me back to your memories with you. Thank you.

~Sharon

Reviewed by Ed Matlack

Reviewed on April 25, 2007

Good to have memories from the past, making the present seem more livable and the future easier to accept...Ed

Reviewed by Linda Hill

Reviewed on April 25, 2007

J.Allen,
Thanks for taking me down the dusty roads of MY past also. All of us have special memories that we will never forget. Outstanding poetry!

Many blessings,
~Linda

Reviewed by Louisa Dobbins

Reviewed on April 25, 2007

If only others could share this memory. This is superb. Thanks for the memories.

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on April 25, 2007

Oh so long ago did this road I go� oh so long ago on my childhoods golden dreams.

Oh so long ago, for so many of us! And those truly were The Good Old Days.

Reviewed by Cynth'ya Reed

Reviewed on April 24, 2007

Cotton has dust??? (Smile).... keep the golden dreams growing Bro. J,
blessin's
cynth'ya

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