A slice of life about growing up in a small rural town

Gravel Roads

The plumes of dust spew from beneath my wheels

As I drive headlong into the darkness

Thick clouds hide those things I have left behind

They will only show me what lies ahead

Down those back roads I drive like a demon

If I can go fast enough then maybe

I will break the barrier that holds me

To the river and back again is the

Cruise of my one horse town. No burger joints

No main street cafes or crowded drive-ins

Someday I will drive beyond the river…

5 thoughts on “A slice of life about growing up in a small rural town

  1. i love the images you draw here Jerry with your precise words from memory especially the last line. the river is always a boundary, even though it’s almost limitless physically until we conquer it’s power in our mind.

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