Small Towns by John bailey |
I was out driving through
some old towns, that I use to run when I was young. I came to a place on the river, that is now a State Park. I remember the dam I use to walk across. most of the dam is gone now, due to a flood. The water still runs across in the middle. I took a walk up the path behind the dam. It all came rushing back the flat rocks that the water runs across. I remembered I use to drive my car, out on the rocks and wash it. Those were the days of my youth. I can still see that 55 chevy sitting in the water, on those flat rocks. The time of my life my girl by my side. We were young and living the life. The dam is still there just not complete. You can't drive up the path now it's a State Park. Progress is a beautiful thing. The memories when there was no barricades, to keep out the cars have not faded. A hot summer's day. Your car parked on the rocks in the water. My girl and me sitting on a blanket, with a hot dog and soda, the good old days, gone but not forgotten. The past is still present in the hearts of young love. Old Towns there's so many more to explore.
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