The Dirt Road
walking down the dirt road
sorrows sweat away
lightens the heavy load
on a muggy day
angry doors banging
screaming shouts
pots and pans clanging
I can do without
walking down the dirt road
air damp and musty
throwing away the load
shoes worn and dusty
the dirt road has no end
like walking on forever
and never
losing my way around the bend
all alone
I can now deal
with going home on my own
walking down the dirt road wounds heal
walking down the dirt road
I was able to flee
sorting and scattering the load
allowed me to be
© 2007 Janet Irene Griffin
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