Dirt

Dirt

A Poem by James Mckay

There in the yard
    was a bald spot of sand
Where making roads and bridges
    was all part of the plan

We'd get out our Matchbox cars
    and pretend to make streets
Just a small little dirt town
    in the middle of the Texas heat

We'd keep a little water nearby
    to make a tunnel for cars to pass
We dug it out slowly but surely
    so that the bridge didn't collapse

We had a wrecker, a police car, ambulance
    and even a fire truck
And of course I had a big four wheel drive
    in case a smaller one got stuck

Just great times and memories
    all innocent times they were
Makes me wish I could go back again
    and just play in the dirt.

by: James W. Mckay
    July 6, 2023

© 2023 James Mckay


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James Mckay
James Mckay

San Antonio, TX



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