For an old friend, my sentiments without apology
I send a song of Appalachian rain,
As soothing as an old tin roof's refrain,
A lullaby to let you dream again.
Like a gray bird upon your windowsill,
With wings spread wide to shelter you from chill,
It warms your winter with my lyrics still.
Friend, weather seems to have an empathy
With that frail essence that is you and me.
The art of music is simplicity.
Copyright, Sandra Fowler
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