Down An Old Dusty Road

Down an old and dusty road,

From many years ago.

Memories are stirring,

Stories to be told.


Home fires would be glowing,

In the farm house on the right.

Faces watching at the window,

For their Dad to come in sight.


Supper on the table,

Fireplace burning bright.

Together for the evening,

Before we say goodnight.


A tear reflects the memories,

From many years ago.

I often think about them,

Down an old and dusty road.


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Categories: attitude, Bible, Christian, encouragement, faith, family, friends, hometown, hope, inspiration, Life, Love, marriage, memories, Poetry, Reflections, thoughts | 7 Comments

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7 thoughts on “Down An Old Dusty Road

  1. Equipping The Saints

    Thank you for your blog; it is very interesting. I am now following it; please consider following my blog. Many blessings to you.
    John 17:3
    Pastor/Equipping The Saints


  2. Vintage butch-

    nice site too by the way.


  3. LightWriters

    This poem is like a light in a window on a dark night— wonderful!


  4. These are words that resonate within my soul.


  5. It seems to me like you are remembering heaven… waiting for Father to come home.


  6. this was so nice!


  7. Sweet memories are a balm to the soul. Beautiful words to start my day. Thank you!


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