Dusty Country Roads

Dusty country roads

Run for miles and miles

When I was growing up

I was all smiles

When I saw the rooster tail

Of dust plume up behind.

I dreamt it hid us

From a chasing car

Blinding them from seeing us.

Games my mind could imagine

Of being chased was a plus

Not much else to do in an evening

‘Cept slap at skeeters and yellow flies

Living on that dusty road.

About Jim

I'm a 68 yr old guy, who had worked in Naval Hospital Camp Lejeune for 28 yrs and now retired as of 31 Dec 16. I've worked in medical records, Health Benefits Department, Billing, the IT department and retired as the Personnel Security Manager for the hospital. I'm a musician and Corvette enthusiast. Yes I have one. I'm also searching for a fresh new outlook on life with new spiritual insight among other things. I was ordained a minister on 20190202. I've found that with the unconditional love of my companion, Libby Rowe life is complete through God. She's a beautiful, vibrant, giving woman who gives her all in everything she puts her mind to do. She and I married 24 July 2015. She has a blog to called Under a Carolina Moon. Give it a visit.
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2 Responses to Dusty Country Roads

  1. Larry B Gray says:

    I remember them well.

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