Where I Come From

Meet me down by the old creek bed The scary rotting ligneous bridge Rusted metal and wood warping Dropping a man into the muddy bottom A clothespin and a playing card A cereal box robot reflector Dusty road that’s gravel sharp Bled my knees and bent my bicycle wheel I swung on the old vine tree Playing out my Neverland fantasies One lost boy no fairies in sight No mermaid kisses or decent Pirate fights White wooden saw horse Played Battlecat to my He-man A cracked wooden board on A frayed twisting rope Peppered grey house with old trimming This is where I found my beginnings Old man dead now the woman’s gone to Pretty soon I’ll forget all I knew Two miles down there’s a dead man’s farm Row after row of white tombstone Faded glittering grey monuments That is where I will meet my end

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