Grew Up On An Asphalt Farm Poem by Mockingjay Mellark

Grew up on an asphalt farm
Concrete and buildings tall
Cars' exhaust and pollution full of harm
And multitudes of malls

Not a speck of green to be seen
No blade of grass nor lonesome tree
Well then until I move out I guess it's up to me
To reshape my surroundings

Make the asphalt into a farm
My bike is the fastest horse
The garage is our hideout of course
And we're cowboys keepin the dream warm

Yeah I grew up on an asphalt farm
And my horse was a bike
But now it's the rolling hills and me
And the dream has become a reality