Growing up in Grand County: A poem |

Growing up in Grand County: A poem

A movie theater stands thirty minutes into the distance

Venture on a Saturday night and you may find a coincidence

That neighbors, friends, coworkers, and your bank teller

Picked that night to leisure into the stellar

Basement claiming one movie screen

Playing school sports does not bring the stress

Of being cut from the team because some consider you less

The Metro League is what we are in

But not for long because Middle Park would like to see a win

In the sports that I play

The kid that spilled his milk on your noodle art in first grade

Told you in the fifth during the game of Discovery to trade

In middle school he was the class clown

A few years later you begin to frown

Not because of the cap and gown

But because the person on your right spilled his milk on your noodle art in the first grade

Winter averages seven months with plenty of time to ski

But I don’t

I snowboard on Fridays free

Cousins, aunts, uncles, and grandparents surround my home sweet home

Adding warmth and beauty to the landscape dome

Friends are ten minutes away to my right and to my left

Grand County is the roots I will never forget

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