On Saturday, August 7, 2010 Woodland Park, MI was designated an historical marker in the state of Michigan. In honor of his home town Larry wrote a song entitled, "Marching As One, Woodland Park." Congratulations to Woodland Park and all those who made her their home!
The old bowed tree in front of The Breeze
Where we tested our leap and our mettle
Sitting the tracks with the sun at our backs
Remembering the days, how they settled
Bid whist games when the rains came
The runs too muddy for sledding
Long, country days, we had it our way
And knew just where we were heading...
Marching as one
Woodland Park
Through a land called "Home"
Woodland Park
Through the woods of our birth
That sweet patch of Earth
Where we grew straight and strong
Singing our song
About the woods we would roam
Whether dusty dirt roads
Or blackberry lodes
It's where we belonged
Marching as one
Marching as one
Marching as one...
Woodland Park
Through a land called "Home"
Woodland Park
Through the woods of our birth
That sweet patch of Earth
Where we grew straight and strong
Singing our song
About the woods we would roam
Whether dusty dirt roads
Or blackberry lodes
It's where we belonged
Marching as one
Marching as one
Marching as one...
The back roads know of the heartaches
And promises written in the sand
They know of secrets that only time will tell
Of enchanted nights hand in hand
We praise above for these woods we love
Its moonlit nights on the beach
For the flowers that bloom in its April room
And memories that make us complete...
Marching as one
Woodland Park
Through a land called "Home"
Woodland Park
Through the woods of our birth
That sweet patch of Earth
Where we grew straight and strong
Singing our song
About the woods we would roam
Whether dusty dirt roads
Or blackberry lodes
It's where we belonged
Coming on strong
Thinking 'bout those we've known
All the people who've stayed
Or just came and played
They made this a home
Oh, the people we've known
How their spirits have flown
Come on back inside
This door's open wide
It's always your home
Marching as one
Through a land called "Home"
Through the good and the bad
The sound and the mad
What a place to belong
Marching as one
Through a land called "Home"
Through the good and the bad
The sound and the mad
What a place to belong..
Woodland Park
Through a land called "Home"
Woodland Park
Through the woods of our birth
That sweet patch of Earth
Where we grew straight and strong
Singing our song
About the woods we would roam
Whether dusty dirt roads
Or blackberry lodes
It's where we belonged
Coming on strong
Thinking 'bout those we've known
All the people who've stayed
Or just came and played
They made this a home
Oh, the people we've known
How their spirits have flown
Come on back inside
This door's open wide
It's always your home
Marching as one
Through a land called "Home"
Through the good and the bad
The sound and the mad
What a place to belong
Marching as one
Through a land called "Home"
Through the good and the bad
The sound and the mad
What a place to belong..
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