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Move Forward O Young One


There was a child who went foward 

foward into our world

foward inro our town

foward to change themselves and the world.

 

Everything changes the child, for the better or the worse. 

the constant moving friends, the ever changing friends

the militay so near with thier unifrom and all

the friendlenss of people that just stop to talk

the small town feel, the knowing everyone

 

The way around 190 at rush hour

the shops you see on the way home

the way the park is the favorite place to hang

the first day at the high school

the first walk around town

the way the tall grass grows

 

Everything becomes part of them

thier dad, thier mom, thier sister, thier brother

every day the change them

 

The mom who stays home everyday 

cooks and cleans and takes car of brother 

The dad that goes off to work everday

works and works and brings home the money

The sister that we send off to school everyday

to learn and grow and grow up some more

The brother that may be a iitle bit small

but can cause more destruction than us all

but come on the family is what makes us all

 

Trips to the big city, If they are not spectacular what are they?

the road to whats "Greater," whats "Grander," and "Better"

semi and dump trucks, little toy cars, all on the highway out to more

they see people leave, they see people stay

they see thier frindships built and destroyed

five hills roll on and on and on and on and on

the skateboards, the longboards, the roads thier way now

the redneck backwoods or the prim and the proper

the inbetween and even the weirdos

just the people of our little town 

they all changed the child that went foward

who goes foward, now everyday

 

 

 

 

 

 

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