Lemonade With a Twister
The old West has porches made of wood
Two rockers creak away with Mom and pop on board
Reclining out their days and ages spent
Dreaming about the prairie days gone by
Tall glasses holding lemonade and ice
Crash quietly as they dose off in Summer
Violence rises in the distance
The canyon can not hold it back
Above the noise dad and mom snore on
Floor boards and porches pull themselves together
Hound dog licks between the cracks
White under shirts hang out on the line
Blow furious kisses then surrender to the wind
Don't mind the storm or tumbleweeds
Tornadoes don't care either deep inside
Sweeping through the West in just an instance
Clearing out the landscape in the blinking of an eye
Leaving dust behind as a reminder
Why mom and dad are not reclining
on their rockers any more
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