A Farewell to Becky
a country girl reclines on her back porch
the twinkle of moonshine in her eye
born and raised in her small town
she sits on the precipice of change
one last party at her little house
a bittersweet haze in the air
old memories packed in boxes
familiar scents drifting away
the young girl tired of gossip
and the same old people she knows
she’s moving on to New York City
a big grey bird flies to her new home
there’s a job waiting on the 9th floor
and a new, faster way of life
trading barns, horses and wheat fields
for hope, glass, concrete and stone
she’ll find subways and taxis
instead of old pickups and dirt roads
from one world to a melting pot
only takes one dream to rule them all
maybe she’ll get lost in the shadows
or wind up on the cover of a magazine
she has only a few contacts
but she’ll make plenty more
one last look back over her shoulder
as she winds up for that giant leap
and opens a brand new door
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