Country Roads

Visits to my farm usually takes me through my hometown and out west over the White Rock Creek Bridge. As the high school football season begins, the drive brings back a lot of memories. After I cross the White Rock Creek bridge, I see what once was the high school football field where I attended many football games. It looks nothing like it once did. The tall scoreboard is missing, the goal posts are no longer in place and the bleachers along with the speaker’s stand were removed years ago. The well tended grass that was mowed for the games and practices is now let alone to grow tall and be ba...

 

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