Thursday, October 14, 2021

Backroads


Backroads
By Lord R.e. Taylor

I don’t want me no asphalt 
I don’t want me no concrete
I don’t even want me no bricks
This is my time away
And I only want me some red dirt
Let my tires know what down home is like
I don’t care where it goes
As long as there is some scrub
And a few crossroad towns
It is the place I want to be
My home away from everything
A place I could die a happy man

© Poem – X/XV/MMXXI


 

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