driveway

dusty driveway with hills of leaves,

terrain built with each sweeping breeze,

tire tracks groove their way,

footprints and skinned up knees,

a life time of memories,

somehow grow like neighboring trees,

countless tears and lost, big dreams,

returning home from lands un-seen,

some may look at their's and see,

cement, cracks and oil-stains,

but, I see so much more in mine,

the,

past and the present leave the future's signs,

not just a driveway now,

more like a moutain-side,

another world,

right beside,

the little white, perfect-house.