Tale of the Night Movers
This was the seventh time we'd moved,
In the wee morning before the sunrise
But somehow, I could feel God approved
And there'd be a great beginning apprised
Once we lived way out in the country
I'd watch the daily train pass by
Swinging in a tree swing hungry
Boy, how those days were on the fly
Before that move, seems I remember
I was asleep in my home in the city
Towards the ending of December
Woke in a rural area pretty
We fled by night, time after time
But finally, one home stayed
I learned so much about earth's slime
Moving by night place to place afraid
One last move, in the light of morn
Another chance for a better life formed
I knew this was it, some stability norm
Life's opportunities to be transformed
Apprise-made aware of, increased in value
Date: 01-11-2023
Sponsor: Hilo Poet
Contest: Metrical Tale
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