I Move On

A drift of wild turkeys

In the field across the way.

I'm standing, staring, waiting

For those coyotes to make a play

But they never do.

So I move on.A pack of wild children

In the field across the street

I'm standing, staring, waiting

For the bell to set them free

But it never does.

So I move on.51 years, a child upon the Earth,

Trying to find the answers

Without digging in the dirt

So I'll never know.

And I'll move on.