(Matraca Berg/Mike Noble)
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Sweet Abilena looked out at the midwestern sky
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Sweet seventeen with a far away look in her eyes.
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She said "I feel like a bird in a cage,
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"But come September I'm flying away."
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I said "I'll miss you," then I made her promise to write
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Since we were tall as the corn in the spring
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We shared every secret, shared every dream
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So anxious to grow in the new summer rain
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And bloom like a rose on the calico plains
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How could she hear as we laughed on that long summer night
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The tiny heart of the baby she carried inside
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I stood beside her when September came
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Watched her get married, then caught the bouquet
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And like those hand-me-down dresses she gave me
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I made her dreams mine
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>From a seat by the window on wings made of steel
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I stared at the patchwork over the fields
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Where young tears that once flowed like warm summer rain
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Were turning to snow on the calico plains
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Sweet Abilena looks out at the midwestern sky
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Closer to thirty, but farther away in her eyes
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She holds her babies like she holds her dreams
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Each night she kisses and rocks them to sleep
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While she reads the letters she makes me promise to write
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Sweet Abilena looks out at the midwestern sky
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Calico Plains
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| Matraca Berg |
