We were the generation
caught between country
and Penny Lane

The sheds with roofs of
rusty tin

Turned to streets paved to no end

World War two became the deviding line

The modern day Maginot Line

Time swallows all creating
history pages in high school books

We moved faster than the weather
Like tornadoes from state to state

From Air Force base to base
from war to war

From each other ,
our own 38th Parellel
or Demilitarised Zone
family wise

Now today's Purple Hearts
and Medal of Honors
collect dust in a chesterdrawers full
old photographs turning
brown to age

I still smell the dusty dried straw in the old shed
that the tears will never wash away