My memories take me back to Wayside road.
I grew up on Wayside road. Life was hard but it was the life we knew. Our neighbors were our friends and our companions. Most of them are gone now but they still visit me in my dreams.
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In memory I go back to Wayside road
That name alone shifts me in time
From now to way back then
Dusty, dirt road running over the hills
And down the valley
Wayside road
I was a girl there growing up
Wood gatherer, water carrier, tender of children
I walked that road to Robert Bridges store
To buy pinto beans and Irish potatoes
I was a lame crippled deer
A girl who wouldn’t cry
Wayside road was the one constant in my life
Where the mountain looms in the clear blue sky
Where the silver moon shines at night
A fairy tale that never was
Another night at the end of another day
In dreams my mind goes back in time
And sets out down that same road again
With all the lost ones as my companions
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