Follow me
to mossy graves of soldiers
from old wars long past
and soon forgotten
Follow me
to farms and land abandoned
where fireplaces stand
to mark their place
Follow me
to a lonely highway
that traces a course
through history
Follow me
to US Route 33
through Pickle Street, Linn,
and Leatherbark
Follow me
to your ancestors
who lived, worked, died
and left small trace
Follow me
to this twisting one-lane
into the shadows
follow me home
