That Old Back Road

That Old Back Road

A Poem by Casey Luther

I grew up on an old road in a town you wouldn't even know.

Where the magnolia trees become shadows against a violet sky.

We don't have fancy stores or high dollar cars just a gas station and a few old rusted Fords and Sweet tea is the house wine.

We sit on front porches and sip our lemonade while the day passes on into night where there Crickets are a-hummin', night owls are a-singin', and the lightnin' bugs shine like the stars in the Sky.

We have a few churches, a few beer stores, some sinners and saints, and everyone smiles and Waves because that's what Mama taught ya' to do.

We like our chicken fried and our taters mashed and we say a prayer over our supper and thank The good Lord for his graces.

And no matter who you are or who you were we all have memories of that old road in a town you Wouldn't even know.

© 2018 Casey Luther


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Wonderful write, small towns are wonderful

Posted 1 Year Ago


So true. I grew up in a town just like that. We had some geniuses and some retards, some friends and some we didn't like, but still we all greeted each other

Posted 1 Year Ago


Excellent, small town America never looked so good.

Posted 1 Year Ago



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Added on December 29, 2018
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Tags: Southern, Mississippi, Childhood memories

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Casey Luther
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I'm an aspiring writer who lives in the world of make believe. I tinker with all pros such as poetry, plays, short stories, and I am currently working on a book. I am working on an English degre.. more..

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