Old Dirt Road

a poem about traveling

How many dreamers have passed this way
Travelers on life’s lonely trail
Pioneers, farmers, prospectors and cowboys
All with a story to tell,

Upon the promise of morning
Rainbows and fields of clover
Many are looking for a new way of life
Others, just wanting to start over,

By foot, by handcart, on horseback and wagons
Over the years this old road they’ve crossed
Through mishaps, sickness, hunger and heartache
The survivors buried those that were lost,

Along this byway, I’ve crossed many a mile
While I reflect on those that have passed
So many, not knowing their destination
Just praying their choice would be blessed,

Many weary souls have walked this trace
On bowed backs they carried their load
With the burdens of life, and a hope for the future
They traveled that Old Dirt Road.

Reviews

[Lydia Shutter]

"That old dirt road" there is a solemn ring to that....a feeling that the road has many stories to tell. Yes, many different people have traveled on the same roads we do and thinking about that helps grounds us. There is a lovely patriotism throughout your words. I liked it. Lydi**

[Trace]

I am so glad you enjoyed this poem
It felt like I was writing this as piece of a history lesson.
Life my ghost town poem. This was one of the roads that lead there.

Than you for reading and commenting my friend.

Trace

[Lyn Anderson]

A wonderful imagining of what was and what could be -- traveling that wandering road.

[Trace]

Thank you so very much my friend,
for everything,

Trace

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Trace, by Grace our country has become
the home of the Brave... where freedom rings.
Beautiful poem of the prairies and hardships
our pioneers have endured. God Bless America...
Amen... truly, Pat

[Trace]

Thank you my friend for your heartfelt comments and wonderful compliments.

Trace