Hills of Kentucky

Bluegrass hills beckons the memories of my youth Racing across the farmers land soaring white fence we flew

Down hills into valley's, creek beds and caves Simple time simple life we frolic we play

Seasons come and go but the hills still remain Compelled by plight chances few the rolling hills far in my view

What lies beyond the farms, hills and tobacco Traversing thru the throngs City life prevails

Working stressing all the days, every morning road rage as we muddle day by day Congealed into a solid state with no farms, valleys or hills

Rumination of youth and love Residing with the asphalt club Those days are long gone, hills of Kentucky