Winding forest roads

Cut through the deep south

In the heart of June

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How those days reeled by

In the warm window pane

Changed from red desert plains

Into green still waters

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Still the highway drones

Through the bleary nights

As a mother’s lullaby

From those years kept buried

Under miles of darkness

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Until home reaches back

As an off ramp through the trees

To the red bricks and columns

To the wide smiles of kin