Traveling down that red dirt road
Enjoying the country flair
It gave me a light-hearted feeling
Wiped out every single care
It was summertime and the sun
Beat down fierce upon my car
As I drove along, window down
Didn’t plan to go too far
But the miles just seemed to fly
And I enjoyed oh, so much
Everything I saw along the way
For it all had that country touch
The sound of a mower out in the field
That wheat dropping to the ground
The whirring was almost musical
Oh, how I love that sound
Old barns and oil rigs along the way
Can’t get more country than that
Yes sir, this red dirt traveler
Was pretty happy from where she sat!
There is something restorative in red dirt! Actually it is old volcanic loam in the main - excellent for growing things. When you live on and farm in it the power and beauty is equally as impressive as the traveller's fascination. Rgds, Ivan
I, too, love the lure of 'the road untraveled.' Glad to see a fellow traveler there with me, taking in all the sights, sounds and smells of 'Country Living.' Well done! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great read Marilyn, sounds like fun to travel and visit all these places that you do! *10*! Thanks for the wonderful sharing! Friend Thad