Anyway, the young men, especially those who are new to the program, walk in lines to and from the various  buildings (cottages, school, cafeteria etc.).  They walk quietly and orderly.  One evening, I thought it would be fun to write a march song with these kids in mind.  I doubt it will ever be put to use, but it was fun to write.  Mrs. Newville, the music teacher at Grammar #2 elementary school, in Elko, put the first verse of the March's rhythm on paper for me.  

Enough for the history ... let's get marching.

Marching Song

I don’t know what to say

I don’t know what to do

All I know is I love you

But for now, I’m here to stay.

Elko is the place for me

But with my girl I’d like to be

Hold her in my arms real tight

Everything would be alright.

I try so hard to do what’s right

Do my chores and clean my room

Go to school and I don’t fight

I’d really like to go home soon.

When I get home - I’ll try real hard

Hold my tongue and not get mad

Get good grades and not talk back

Stay off drugs and not be sad.

Stay out of gangs and get a job

Go to church and marry my girl

Raise a family of my own

Gonna have me a … happy home.

                                        -  Dan Turner  1/13/03

                                 Elko, Nevada

Second Verse:

The Sidewalks of NYTC

Up and down these steps I go

Back and forth and to and fro.

Up to chow and then the gym

Then to school and back again.

From the dorm to the school

Takes ninety steps - if you’re cool.

To the gym - two hundred and four

To the track is fifty more.

Soles on my shoes are gett'n thin

But my thighs are gett'n trim.

By the time my stay is done

Could've walked to the sun.

When I get home I’ll buy new shoes

Not because these cause the blues.

Give these old ones to my Dad.

To remind me with 'em - if I’m bad.

For I never again want to see ...

The sidewalks of N-Y-T-C.

Dan Turner 6/8/03

Elko, Nevada