They join at a bridge, my childhood bus stop.
To the left is a road that leads to my best friends house
And a road that forks on a steep hill
Today is different though
The roads that I see today are no longer gravel
As they were many years before
There, always is a light pole illuminating the night
It shines, reminding me of the time it was once broken
Far away I see a little red house at a bend in the road
A big white dog is shown sitting on the hills beside it
The spot where it laid all those years before
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