Once all we had were dirt roads
In the days of long ago
We had mules to pull our wagon
Driving dirt roads so very slow.
On these dusty roads, so much to see,
Moving along through old oak trees
Birds, butterflies and rabbits so free
And wildflowers swaying in the breeze.
At one time there were large farms
White houses with big red barns
But time and progress came along
Causing the people to move on.
Soon dirt roads will not be seen
Asphalt has taken over the scene
Dirt roads cannot tell their history
They will always remain a mystery.
Verse Copyright 2005
Glenna M. Baugh
~Living by Faith~