I Walk The Line Poem by Marilyn Lott

Always walking the line of yesterday
Cruisin’ those red dirt roads
Seeing old worn out barns where
Precious animals were once in their folds

Windmills keep whirlin’ long as they can
Though sometimes it seems unfair
That parts and pieces have fallen off
For no one seems to care

I walk the line of tomorrow as well
The future looks bright it seems
New families move to the country
Fulfilling those red dirt dreams

Hundreds and hundreds of years gone by
Leaving behind a different time
A mixture of yesterday and tomorrow
Keeps me forever walking that line!