Michael T. Hare

Five years old

Running through the yard

Shouting with glee

Thinking nothing is hard

The sky was blue

And the wind was high

Family on their way

And not saying goodbye

The wind was blowing quickly

Faster than the eye could see

I reach for the times that fly

They pass and dive right by

Why can’t I catch you now?

I’m reaching for that vibe.

Twelve years old

And I’m a western-loving child

Started writing stories

And making them wild

Playing in the backyard

And hiding in the trees

Laughing all together

And makin’ memories

The wind was blowing quickly

Faster than the eye could see

I reach for the times that fly

They pass and dive right by

Why can’t I catch you now?

I’m reaching for that vibe.

Fourteen years

Writing books of mine

Hoping I could pull it off

And singing County Line

The wind was blowing quickly

Faster than the eye could see

I reach for the times that fly

They pass and dive right by

Why can’t I catch you now?

I’m reaching for that vibe.

Eighteen years

Bringing books alive 

Still remember that young boy

Who was only five

The memories are not gone

But time will always fly right by

I lost the days I knew once

But they will never die

The wind was blowing quickly

Faster than the eye could see

I reach for the times that fly

They pass and dive right by

Why can’t I catch you now?

I’m reaching for that vibe.

For that vibe.