 |
.
|
|
Look up to sky
So blue above
A speck to see
Floats slowly by
Two wings reach out
To catch strong winds
Pull up, up, up
Float down again
To tu..
|
|
HE WAS TERROR IN THE SADDLE
AS HE RODE HERE IN THE WEST,
HE NEVER LOOKED BEHIND HIM
AT THE DUST CLOUD HE HAD LEFT.
HIS SIX-GUNS ALWAYS READY
..
|
|
OH WOE IS ME, THAT’S WHAT I CRIED,
YOU SEE THIS BUMP, THIS KNOT, THIS SWELLING,
LOOK UP, HERE, ON TOP MY HEAD,
THE SPOT THAT’S BLACK ..
|
|
In night’s moonlight
On a rounded hill
Where once there stood
A tree so grand
Its branches green
Reaching out to sky
Each year it’..
|
4
next  last 
|
|
first
prev
Profile
Writing
Friends
Share This