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75 Septembers

In the year of the yellow cab

In the shadow of the great world war

The third kid grandmom hadCame into this world

On a rolling farm in Maryland

When Wilson was the President

And summer blew her goodbye through the treesA child of changing times

Growing up between the wars

The Fords rolled off the line

And bars all closed their doorsAnd I imagine you back then

With snap brim hat and farmer's tan

Where horses drew their wagons through the fieldsNow the fields are all four lanes

And the moon's not just a name

Are you more amazed at how things change

Or how they stay the same?And do you sit here on this porch and wonder

How the time flies by?

Or does it seem to barely creep along

With 75 Septembers come and gone?Were the fields all gold and fawn?

Was the spring house dark and cool?

Did the rooster crow at dawn

When they got you up for school?And would you tell me once again

The tales of granddad's hired men?

And how they drove the old road to townNow the fields are all four lanes

And the moon's not just a name

Are you more amazed at how things change

Or how they stay the sameAnd do you sit here on this porch and wonder

How the time flies by?

Or does it seem to barely creep along

With 75 Septembers come and gone?

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