80s in arkansas
Peace made a home for itself
In the limestone bluffs
Between which we sculled
Peace made a home for itself
In the limestone bluffs
Between which we sculled
The rumbling river
Became our unforeseeable guide
Never will I forget the true lure
Of drifting between Arkansas Mountains
Soon enough
We were swallowed by reality
Much without will
So
Warmed by wooly blankets
Like penguins in wintertime
Our herd gathered
Sipping hot chocolate
And crying rackets of victory
As boys muddied their uniforms
With every football tackle
The band bustled out
Performed until the crowds throats were dried all up
You don’t see that happen in today’s world
Boys were flirting with girls
Girls were flirting with boys
That part of life remains
We would always return to the river’s margins
Ever craving the shelter of our canoe
We pushed off
Stepped in
And cruised
Once again we listened
The running water hummed
And the chirping birds giggled
Together we sigh out in awe
This is truly beautiful
by Taylor Larsen
In the limestone bluffs
Between which we sculled
Peace made a home for itself
In the limestone bluffs
Between which we sculled
The rumbling river
Became our unforeseeable guide
Never will I forget the true lure
Of drifting between Arkansas Mountains
Soon enough
We were swallowed by reality
Much without will
So
Warmed by wooly blankets
Like penguins in wintertime
Our herd gathered
Sipping hot chocolate
And crying rackets of victory
As boys muddied their uniforms
With every football tackle
The band bustled out
Performed until the crowds throats were dried all up
You don’t see that happen in today’s world
Boys were flirting with girls
Girls were flirting with boys
That part of life remains
We would always return to the river’s margins
Ever craving the shelter of our canoe
We pushed off
Stepped in
And cruised
Once again we listened
The running water hummed
And the chirping birds giggled
Together we sigh out in awe
This is truly beautiful
by Taylor Larsen