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"The Great Divide" - Title Track from the New Poetry CD

 

                               The Great Divide                    

 

                  Copyright 9-2006     Al “Doc” Mehl

 

Great Grandpa Mehl was born in West Virginia, 1859.

The old log home where he was born sat on the Mason Dixon Line.

 

Now if the baby’d been a girl, they would’ve dressed her up in pink,

But when they saw it was a boy… they maybe had to stop and think.

 

You see, you’d usually dress a boy in blue, but this boy, hard to say;

Would he wear blue just like the Union men, or maybe Rebel gray?

 

And then my Gramps was born in Kansas; it was 1881,

A couple years before the Texas cattle drives were fin’lly done.

 

It was a complicated birth, left him a palsy in one arm,

So, though he might have been a cowboy, now he’d have to learn to farm.

 

And then, my dad was born in Ab’lene, of a doctor’s helpin’ hand.

Would this boy someday move to town, or would he stay to work the land?

 

Would he be learnin’ ’bout the thresher and the old style bailin’ hooks,

Or maybe learnin’ from a schoolmarm, and a library of books?

 

Me, I was born in Wichita, and though my daddy’s life was gritty,

Would I come to know the land, or would I live in some big city?

 

Would I walk a new direction, or trod ’long in daddy’s boots?

Would I be turnin’ ’way from his’try, or be searchin’ for my roots?

 

See, at the time of procreation, it’s as if a coin is tossed,

And only one road can be taken; something’s gained, and something’s lost.

 

Each brand new baby comes into this world upon a shifting tide,

And ev’ry birth is like a raindrop…  fallin’ on the Great Divide.

 

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