I MISS THE DAYS
I MISS THE DAYS
By Janice N. Chapman
(C) 1985 All Rights Reserved
I missed the days when wagon wheels
Rolled over barren soil.
The wheels I drive on now wear rubber tires
From B.F. Goodrich or Uniroyal.
I missed the days when covered wagons
Rumbled airishly along.
If my air conditioner in my car don’t work,
I know there’s something wrong.
I missed the days when live horses drew
The carriages down the road.
The horses that I depend on now
Carry a considerable different load.
I missed the days when the wagons
Seldom travelled side by side.
I drive today on throughways
That are sometimes eight lanes wide.
