Forever In The Tidings Turns - A Song Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Give me a dirt earth lullaby
Into the morning of feel good
Sunshiny is there going by
I'm with my toes in the mud
Flying my kite away
Where there is wind in the air
Meeting a cloudless blue day
High above clouds everywhere!

There is so much going on
Filling my nostrils with fragrance
Musings of long times done
Just like drifts of each vagrants
Up up and through the high
Viewing there side by side
What is far far away and nearby
Catching my imagined eyed

Give me a dropp of a lullaby
Flowing rain down to the grass
Yellow to the brownish tie
Through the meadow's morass
Sing me a song from my Burns
Each of his poems by heart
Forever in the tidings turns
Come again fresh new start