the three men I admire most: The Father, Son and the Holy Ghost

 caught the last train for the coast







In the Spring, as the days get long

Graduation approaches and cars filled with teenagers

race through empty streets after dark 


In the Spring,  small Midwestern towns embrace 

produce and children 

but each year less of both 


Each year  they export corn and livestock 

also their restless children

most of these never return 


Westward Expansion kept moving while the

interstate highways simply sped up the departure

on the move,  toward the Coasts 









lyrics above- Don Mclean

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