75 Septembers (Cheryl Wheeler)

In the year of the yellow cab Shadow of the great world war The third kid grandmom had Came into this world On a rolling farm in Maryland When Wilson was the president As summer blew her goodbye through the trees A child of changing times Growing up between the wars Fords rolled off the lines And bars all closed their doors and I imagine you back then With snap brim hat and farmer's tan Where horses drew their wagons through the fields Now the fields are all four lanes and the moon's not just a name Are you more amazed at how things change Or how they stay the same And do you sit here on this porch and wonder How the time flies by Or does it seem to barely creep along With 75 Septembers come and gone Were the fields all gold and fawn Was the spring house dark and cool Did the rooster crow at dawn When they got you up for school And would you tell me once again The tales of granddad's hired men And how they drove the old dirt road to town Cause now the fields are all four lanes And the moon's not just a name Are you more amazed at how things change Or how they stay the same And do you sit here on this porch and wonder How the times flies by Or does it seem to barely creep along With 75 Septembers come and gone In the year of the yellow cab Shadow of the great world war