Dusty Driveway Road
March 1996
by Rosie McMahan


Up a dusty driveway road
My thoughts so often stray,
I long again once more to be
A simple youth at play.
I yearn to feel the summer breeze
Which through the cabin swept,
I wish to see the old front porch
The bedroom where I slept.
Oh, how I miss the pretty pond
The tiny fish I caught,
They swam around in grandest style
And hours of pleasure brought.
Most of all I’d love to see
Around the old home place,
The wistful smile that used to light
My daddy’s aging face.
But memory seldom comforts hearts
And teardrops often flow,
When up a dusty driveway road
You never more can go!