Ode to Johnny

Moving along life’s byway,

weary from the load.

I love to sit down by a country road,

near a river flowing,

where I can see long worn tracks,

of many people who've come and gone.

There to reflect upon life,

to imagine going places,

I have only dreamt about.

To sit by a country road,

with a country song in my mind

and imagine the rumble,

of trains rolling by.

While Johnny Cash sings in my mind –

about the Wabash Cannonball.

Where I can sadly smile,

remembering days gone by

and every dancing Saturday night,

followed by Sunday morning coming down.

Where in my dreams,

I can remember those I miss,

while seeing ghost riders in the sky.

Where I can hear guitars strumming,

life so lazy and slow,

country singers,

telling me about the way life is

and I am reminded of the seasons of my heart

and the once too many times,

I found myself on the sea of heartbreak,

and while I was putting all the pieces,

back together again -

hoping I wouldn't run out of crazy glue.

Then finding myself losing control

and falling through that ring of fire.

I know that up above,

in the country meadows behind the sun,

Johnny is still playing his guitar,

I can hear the music,

while the song begins,

I’ll walk the line with Johnny in my mind –

for he will always be mine.