Walk softly ‘cross these hallowed hills,
Wake not the spirits of dark chills.
As night falls ‘cross these harvest fields,
Where corn and soy, gave up their yields.
You did not come with nine months wait,
I did not buy the buttons and bows ‘til late,
Hot pavement burns the feet,
Cool green grass what a treat.
Sand stuck between the toes,
When the wind blows free, that's where I’ll be,
No longer bound to a body unsound.
I’ve risen above the pain and sorrow,
Living forever, now, and tomorrow.
I had a friend who had alot,
And very happy she was not.
Then she lost it all one day,
And now she morns her life away.
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
Miles and miles, their mysteries keep.
As the crystal streams and rivers flow,
The floors of lush green carpet grow.
Sonnets of penned passions,
Sing of love's sweet song,
Lingering memories of love,
Golden days gone wrong.
Gone, the last holiday,
Another year passed away.
Now our taxes we must pay,
Cold and gray marks the day.
Loves a fine sport,
The game calls us steadily,
Desire stampede's it's path,
Calling out to all, mutually.