Kentucky
Back roads of solitude
A window to the past
Memories in the multitude
How I wish it would last
Gravel roads and warm summer evenings
Children ready to explore
Blue skies and fields in bloom
Made for a child to adore
Laughter floating upon a sun-warmed breeze
Lights upon my memory
Often like a sweet old scent
Lingering, only a moment before it's spent
Skipping stones and catching fireflies
An old world sport too soon gone by
All these memories
flow to me with ease
And then, vanish, like a summer breeze
Even though merely fleeting
I'll take these moments offered me
Memories of precious days gone by
That whisper an old song, as sweet as a lullaby
Mary Christopher Smith
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