Once again driving down,
this old country road,
days gone by,
memories rolling back
into my mind,
stories my Grand Dad,
told me of this old
country road.
Putting along in his
old Roadster, stopping
for gas 19 cents a gallon,
bring back those good ole days.
Hot day like this one,
bottle of coke only,
5 cents, he throws down.
Rolling hills, everywhere
the eye can see,
trees reaching so high
into the beautiful sky.
Him and I take all
of this in, to store
in our minds and heart,
as we depart this old
country road, I truly
cherish those memories
of days long ago.
wrote 1-29-07
jim foulk
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-old-country-road/
