The Hayride
By TractorMan
We picked up some friends And headed a little east Out to a friend’s house For an outdoor country feast Down the dirt roads Just enjoying the drive Past mineral laden rocks known As the old paint mines Rocks were resplendent Flashing gold, purple and red Carved and standing out On an old river bed Pulled Into his place Folks were gathered around Nested by some trees A fire pit to cook on the ground The kids were excited All giggles and smiles Older kids escorting them On slow moving horse rides We all piled onto A trailer stacked with hay An old Ford tractor To pull us on our way Down the dirt roads And over small hills Folks were singing Everyone had a thrill Back at the campfire Hot dogs in the flame Rare, medium and burnt Nobody’s was the same Marshmallows roasting And it may sound sappy We all had a great time And everyone left happy Written November 7th, 2001 © on Nov 07 2001 04:04 AM PST 0 • 10
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"We picked up some friends..."