
Walkin’ down on Main Street
Jes’ the other day,
I noticed the shadow of a feller
A’followin’ me along the way.
Couldn’t tell the character
Of the image that I saw,
But the broad-brimmed hat that he was wearin’
More less spoke it all.
The shadow of that broad-brimmed hat,
Its dark and creased tall crown,
Gave me pause to stop and think awhile;
Walkin’. Lookin’ down.
I find that there’s a quick respect
When another’s eyes meet mine;
Its like they knows and jes’ expects
I’m walkin’ that fine line.
Truth be told ’bout that broad-brimmed hat
It freezes a frame of days gone by,
When a man’s good word meant somethin’ sure
And in the saddle he rode certain high.
Now, I don’t mean to git all romantic
‘Bout those old times and places,
But it can make a body proud
Of his heritage and traces.
So when you’re walkin’ down on Main Street,
Ridin’ carriage or a plane,
If you’re wearin’ that creased and broad-brimmed hat
Folks take note; I’m jes’ sayin’.
Make sure the feller walkin’
Under the shadow of that broad brim
Is livin’ up to life and work,
Doin’ all that’s ‘xpected of him.
(c) RWHollar
September 28, 2012

