"Grandma's Road"

This used to be Grandma's road,
dirt and gravel, twisting country lane;
and as a child I'd get so excited
to see my Grandparent's house again.
As we made round the final bend
you could see it looming there,
and the whole family always gathered
Sunday afternoons in God's care.

As kids we'd play by the trickling creek,
collecting fossils and killing time,
and though we didn't realize it then
those were the days sublime.
Sometimes my cousins and I'd go running
through the fields and wood,
we couldnt wait to get to grandma's
'twas a different world than our neighborhood.

We'd sometimes go to the country store
to spend what little money we had,
on bubblegum, candy, and sodapop
much to the chagrin of Mom and Dad.
I remember a church on the corner
and the smell of honeysuckles so sweet,
If we didn't go to grandma's on Sunday
the week just didn't seem complete.

Down Grandma's road, there were just a few houses,
everyone knew their neighbor's names,
there was no diversity or difference between us,
everyone treated everyone the same.
and the woods were our favorite playground
our sanctuary against the changing wind,
we knew all we had to do was go to Grandma's
and everything would be alright again.

But now down this road it's different,
everything has changed around there so much,
Grandma's road is paved and divided,
no longer gray gravel and dust.
and where there were just a few houses
now there's subdivisions rows,
though I used to know where the road ended
now I haven't a clue where it goes.

Now the neighbors don't know each other,
they barely ever say a word,
now there's the sound of loud traffic
where it used to be the sound of bluebirds.
but to me no matter what the changes
in my memory where love is sowed
this will always be the most beautiful place
for this is Grandma's road.