Pilgrim

J. Spagnardi © 2007

Steam blows in, to Covington Station It’s the end of the line, but not for me Three steps down, searchin’ for salvation Platform wood, echoes solitary Forsaken post, ‘neath a hickory shade tree Black birds dance, ‘bove a lost scarecrow As I walk on, only faith beside me Pockets brim, with empty soul There is a road, in Maycombe County Dust and dirt she winds, amongst the pines It calls my name, with every boot step Is it my turn? Or just my time? Covered bridge, at the Cumberland Crossing Familiar hills, I do not fear The breeze hints sweet, ‘round Juniper Hollow Reminds me how, what’s past lies near Step by step, down Brewster’s Valley The road unwinds and falls apart Evening chill, starts to creeping Patchwork coat, hole in my heart There is a road, in Maycombe County Dust and dirt she winds, amongst the pines It calls my name, with every boot step Is it my turn? Or just my time? Grey clapboard house, abandoned homestead Pine box door, broken panes forswear Dust caked room, stained by darkness What waits me there? What sins I bear?

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