Alexander Foald

Parchman Blues Farm - Poem by Alexander Foald

Little girl runs on her feet all along the land
The lady symbol of such young foolish and arousing
Summer is going down as the sky fail to reach the sun
But not the happiness, nor the smile she gets for me

As I'm running through the wind
This winding road, a lovely and full journey
Would take it and keep the distance out of days
Life is not fair, for being so greedy to a man like me!

Parchman blues farm, ask me to stay
Parchman blues farm, summer is not going away
Love is the name of that little girl that smiles at me
And I could be the next to raise my heart onto you

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 26, 2009

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