Red Dirt Homes Poem by Marilyn Lott

While traveling a red dirt road
Not only is the air fresh and pure
You see wonderful old homes
Trying desperately to endure

They have so many stories
Oh, if only they could talk
So get out of your vehicle, friends
And take a little walk

There are many subtle signs
About these old homes’ history
That unravels as we study them
A million delightful mysteries

Families have come and gone
But their voices linger still
So stop and listen carefully
You will get an exciting thrill

I love to take a day and go
In the country where I roam
Down the road to anywhere
And visit red dirt homes!