Country Boy by NamFrank

In a quaint lil' town,with woods gathered `round,
Lived a young boy of Irish descent.
Full of young man's schemes and "pipe-cloud dreams",
But mostly of honest intent.
He liked quiet places and wide open spaces,
He liked to walk all alone.
So, oh, what a pity, that he yearned for the city,
For the country was always his home.
In his eighteenth year, giving way to his fear,
He gave two years to "Uncle Sam".
And with all of his might, he learned how to fight,
Staying a year in Vietnam.
Now this "military hell", with it's screaming shells,
It frightened him to the bone.
After the heat and the fear, for nearly a year,
This "country boy" finally came home.
Then he sat down in thought, but it all came to naught,
For he had been such a fool.
With your high IQ, some are wiser than you,
For some things aren't learned in a school.

Copyright ©K.F. Leight