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Dirt Road
Contributed by
zedwards
on
Wednesday, 27th January 2010 @ 08:01:27 PM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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I remember as a child watching The Bulldozers chew up our dirt road Spitting up gravel and rocks Into places never been The ditch sacred as a graveyard Became a battlefield of mud I stood in the silence of my window Listening as motors crackled like fire
Men with chainsaws ate through wood Childhood trees were chopped to dust A reminder of my misery An open sky where shade once held I remember hating those men Whose machines of progress Ripped through our yard And took away my dreams of fairness
I threw rocks at the parked tanks Cursing their existence And escaping my frustration But every stone bounced back To lay at my feet Only dents in Goliath They could not slay the beast As part of me grew up then
As a grown man I feel the pin prick of irony For my summers retired from college Are employed by the Road Commission Serving those who brought me woe Have served me now in paying bills While off in the distance is the dirt road My childhood could not save Much older then, I am back to being young
The child in me gone I had changed like the road Coarse with a fiery determined youth Progress paved me anyway As I stood with what I use to fight I realized the twists and turns Encountered in this life Have a way of turning on itself
I still walk backwards on that old dirt road It carries a part of me left behind The dusty, muddy youth before the fall The washboard bumps of long ago Have settled into me now With years ahead and miles alone Paved into the distance The road was rough its smoother now
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