Meet Me on the Road

100 times for 100 miles
and for so many reasons why
I travel around the next bend
guided by nothing but the road
Where shall I go
a simple Ozark vagabond wish
looking for the dawn
rise my dear
I’m here with Woody Guthrie 
singing an old Okie tune
traveling down the open road
my heart grows stronger
Held to the road
by my grandmother’s hand
born of the highlands
with a pioneer’s steely grace
I need a place to roam 
where I know I belong
meet me down the road
That’s all I really need to know
I roam these blue skies
held close by 
the green green earth
and find all roads lead to the same

  – – living by midnight starlight kisses

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