No Matter the Path

For a teenage altar boy church was an amusement park

Where psalms were songs of blessed time to have a lark

Sneaking sips of wine amidst breaking of bread

Wax balls from burning candles to throw at people's heads

Wartime saw the men away, no one to keep the peace

The nuns had one hell of a time with small town rivalries

Bombardiers target practice had boys plan for these encounters

Climb up on rooves, drop blocks of snow and sod at out-of-towners

With the island dry they'd stalk the bootlegger to his spot

Watched where he'd hide the moonshine in old bottles of pop