Children

We hardly knew we were children When we trudged like soldiers Through the new snow As it draped the barren maple Trees Of the northeast In a new winter coat, We barely knew another world sang like A mutable wind, Beyond the phantom of Small town madness Where matriarchal rules Danced like the sugarplum fairy Right into the minds of its youth... So, Some of us hitchhiked out, Long hair and guitars in hand, Some flew to colleges out west, And those that never left Couldn’t believe there could be One small bit of grace In a new chorus of thought Right smack in the middle of change, So they stayed, Just to be sure the four Precise seasons Still snapped into place, And they too Had children Who didn’t know they were children Year After year.