That Old Back Road

I grew up on an old road in a town you wouldn't even know.

Where the magnolia trees become shadows against a violet sky.

We don't have fancy stores or high dollar cars just a gas station and a few old rusted Fords and Sweet tea is the house wine.

We sit on front porches and sip our lemonade while the day passes on into night where there Crickets are a-hummin', night owls are a-singin', and the lightnin' bugs shine like the stars in the Sky.

We have a few churches, a few beer stores, some sinners and saints, and everyone smiles and Waves because that's what Mama taught ya' to do.

We like our chicken fried and our taters mashed and we say a prayer over our supper and thank The good Lord for his graces.

And no matter who you are or who you were we all have memories of that old road in a town you Wouldn't even know.

Reviews

[Jade]

Wonderful write, small towns are wonderful

[Frederika]

So true. I grew up in a town just like that. We had some geniuses and some retards, some friends and some we didn't like, but still we all greeted each other

[Cherrie]

Excellent, small town America never looked so good.