Dusty Road Days
Old time days with streets of gravel,
Young girls with pigtails to unravel
Back in the time when I was but a lad...
Not all houses had electricity,
we never thought to discuss ethnicity
And believe it or not we all shared what we had....
Back then we were all one nation,
About which there was no reservation
Plus, as far as I know, everyone believed in God....
But things went awry when the liberals won
No longer could we pray to God's Son
At least not at schools where our children trod....
I remember when both black and white
Could walk the streets in the dead of night
We spoke friendly, knowing they were treated wrong....
Then came Martin Luther King
Saying that freedom was a different thing
He was right, and yes it took too long....
Too bad we lost those streets of gravel
That's where I would most like to travel
But with God's creatures treated all the same....
This country could certainly use some rest
To help us climb back up there to the crest
For awhile folks need to quit fanning the flame....
Them ole pipe dreams are wonderful things
'Tho the nostalgia of them sometimes stings
We can never go back to the world we once had....
So I must turn myself to the brave new world
After all, hillsides are still dew-pearled
But I must confess I am feeling rather sad.....
June 21 2010
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