Golden Days Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

Those back roads that wind through
the countryside of yesterday's fields
connect to precious days in time;
and an old car with no particular destination.

It held our secrets and our dreams;
made for good times with lots of laughter
for a bunch of kids just hangin' together
tryin' to find their way.

Good memories from youth have strengthened me
on the miles and journeys since then;
always will, no matter how far I wander
beyond those days of innocence and youthful friends.

Some roads carve deep into the heart;
others etch themselves into the very bedrock of the soul.