Wednesday, August 7, 2013

Currie Road

Some things just write themselves:

Bardic fires, market masses
All night parties, arts and science classes
Life is old there, like Enchanted Ground
Vikings in their long ships, medieval terms expound

Currie Road, take me home
To the place I belong
Pennsic War, Cooper's Lake Shore
Take me home, Currie Road

I can see it, tents on a mud flat
Won't honk my horn, hate when people do that
Dusty parking, Sauron in the sky
Line at troll looks awful, new garage caught my eye

Currie Road, take me home
To the place I belong
Pennsic War, Cooper's Lake Shore
Take me home Currie Road

I hear the sound of the battlefields all calling me
Campfires remind me of my home far away
Middle of the spring I soon realize
I should have started sewing yesterday, yesterday

Currie Road, take me home
To the place I belong
Pennsic War, Cooper's Lake Shore
Take me home Currie Road

Currie Road, take me home
To the place I belong
Pennsic War, Cooper's Lake Shore
Take me home Currie Road

Currie Road, take me home
To the place I belong
Pennsic War, Cooper's Lake Shore
Take me home Currie Road