05/17/2026
THE RIDE
We took our ride so long ago
We were so young and didn't know
That all to fast the road would end
And all would be left is Memories then.
The road was old and family owned
The ground was dirt no pavement shown.
The gifts of golden leaves were strewn
It lead the path that took us home.
We did not run or race at all.
But if we could go back some more
We'd stall,, and tarry there a little while
To have our ride bring greater smiles.
My thoughts they go there every day
To that old road so far away.
For there it is in that old bend
I always long to see my friend
The smiles,the tears and all the Rides
That keep these memories tucked inside... ABCM 10/23/18