Dreams Beyond the Hills

Way out in Oak Ridge Back in the hills Where granddads built

bombs and paid their bills Grandma ran the shop.

Bob hauled the loads But his head was lost somewhere past the cosmos

Model cars, rockets, circuits and wires Talking 'bout Mars like he'd been

there prior Coal dust roots, but he dreamed in chrome Drawing up blueprints

for a world unknown Uncle Bob could've been Elon If folks back

then had seen what was inside While Grandma cashed his government check He was light-years

ahead, but they called him a wreck Built for NASA, born in a