Amy
By Joe Broome
When I was six I married Amy. In a
Rolling wagon and a vacant lot Does my epic lead to you? I’m
Wobble headed laughing babies and Asking Amy what you want to do.
There I keep a summer thought. Find the best next thing with me.
See me, and what it’s like to be me
Eight years old I had a dream
Amy
Safely limitless for all
Then I swore I would remember Seems that I was born to teach
Tell the world the things I saw ‘cuse then I start to learn
I practice what I preach, when
Does my epic lead to you? I’m
The student’s questions burn.
Asking Amy what you want to do.
Find the best next thing with me. Is your family there for you 'cuse
See me, and what it’s like to be me You became a pedagogue
Amy That is how it caught me too
Leading babies through the fog.
Seventeen I hit the road
Looking for my Indian name Can I paint you every day and
But I didn’t have the gold Build a place for us to live
So I saw the USA Say the things you meant to say
Touch me with your finger tips
Twenty eight I’m back in school
Does my epic lead to you? I’m
In a punk rock, new wave band
Asking Amy what you want to do.
We thought we were very cool and
Find the best next thing with me.
Made the tour of Dixie Land
See me, and what it’s like to be me
Graduate in eighty-four
Amy
Teacher said get certified
See me, and what it’s like to be me
So I went back to school some more and
Amy
Bossy bosses tanned my hide.