Meandering down Ole Rt 24 by BR Schoenbein

Come, and gently hold my swollen hand, while we meander down to the turquoise sea on Ole Route 24.

Come, speak with me,
of far away days when skies were always blue.

Come, run with me,
As we cower from the cold torrents of an afternoon storm in an long forgotten barn snuggled away in a velvety meadow.

Come, lay with me,
over there on that cottony green shoulder by the old sycamore,
As we rest our weary and worn frames.

Now, come, and meander with me as we disappear into the shimmering distant fiery horizons along Ole Rt 24.

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