Stroll down an old dirt road in the middle of nowhere
You'll find a family of love and followers of God
Farming and Ranching, Wheat and Milo
Horses, cows, and deer roam by the silo
A simple life, yet days are filled
Rain and snow, the wind will blow
Hot or cold, the work never stops
Days filled with blessings, knees bent at the cross
Follow me, down an old dirt road
Where life slows down with blessings abound
Renewed by the spirit, your soul will travel,
Down an old dirt road made of gravel.
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Author Notes
This is a poem about the theme of my book. If you'd like to know more, send me a message.
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