Growing up in the south kids had the same dreams as our peers from the north.  We all dream of growing up and having the perfect job, the perfect wife, and the perfect children.  We can picture it in our heads and it is beautiful.  Our parents taught us that everything was possible and we believed them.  The economy didn’t keep up with our dreams.  The money needed to go to school to get that great job just wasn’t there.  However, we found the perfect wife and the perfect children without all of the money.

The perfect life has nothing to do with status.

A modest, yet beautiful house
Two maybe three trees, Oak or Maple
A swing hanging in just the right spot
To catch the perfect sunset
Two small children, a boy and a girl
Playing in a pile of new fallen leaves
The smell of fresh-baked pie
Lingering through an open window
Two cars in the garage
Ending with a simple white picket fence
Protecting your American Dream

A modest rental home, needs painting
Two maybe three trees, pine
Dripping tar into your small plastic kiddie pool
A swing hanging in just the right spot
To catch the perfect sunset,
But everyone is too busy to notice
Two small children, a boy and a girl, playing in the dirt
Playing in that spot where the grass refuses to grow
The smell of frozen pizzas
Lingering from a hole in the kitchen window
Mom will be off tomorrow to fix a real dinner
One car pulled into the driveway
Another broke down behind the house
Ending with a simple four-foot chain link security fence
Protecting your American Dream