I passed through town

Riding in the passenger seat

Of the Dodge

And watched the trees

Pass by, and watched

The telephone wires rise and fall

From pole to pole

And time melted away leaving

Only images of the time gone by

I passed through town

Riding on the hard wooden seat

Of the carriage and watched the trees

Pass by, and watched the horses drink

From the trough outside

The drug store

And the lady at the dress shop arranging

Her window display waved as we passed,

When my father spoke to me

And I returned to the seat of the pick up truck

Wondering where I had been.

 

© Diane E. Dockum 2014