Road Of Red Clay Poem by james d nall,jr

Driving down an old paved road
Feeling lifes heavy load
Searching to find a new way
I turn down the road of red clay

Lined with pines on each side
Away my problems, begin to slide
Hearing the song of the whipporwill
Calms my soul, even more still

The call of a lonesome Bobwhite
Fills my soul with delight
Flowers and trees all in bloom
Take away my feelings of impending gloom

A buck and doe run alongside my car
All my problems, now seem afar
The fantasy stops as I come to the end
Returning to where my life is spent

Back to the jungle of concrete and steel
To this world, where little love, do I feel
Reality is the place, where we must only survive
While on the road of red clay, I felt so alive