Trading Styles

In January of 2007, my wife and I had finally did something I've wanted to do since I was a teen. Move away from the hustle and bustle of the big city, so we bought a house in a small town out in the country and moved. This I guess is my way of marking

I’m just a boy from Chicago,

Never thought there was more,

Caught up in the hustle and flow,

Figuring I knew everything I needed to know.

 

Nothing ever slowed down,

Always found myself running around,

Or staying clear of every shadow in town,

Never knew I could be deafened by sound.

 

All grown up and living in the country,

Where the quiet breeze rustles the trees,

And I’m off into the night to see,

Everything there is to be.

 

My first night a tear came to my eye,

As I stared up into the sky,

To finally see that it all wasn’t a lie,

As star upon star twinkled far and wide.

 

In the city I could never hear,

How snow falls silently out here,

Where the nights are ever so clear,

And friends become dear.

 

So with a slight tug on my heart,

I turn my back on the city part,

And give my life a fresh start,

Where the horse never comes behind the cart.

 

 

March 13, 2007

@Bradley S. Hartman

www.bradleyshartman.com

Author's Note

Be nice to the country boy