Beat as the brush on a windy day I drove on home, work not far enough away I took to the road, fast as I could go And the sun came out ‘the clouds, wouldn’t ‘ya know
By Max Messick6 years ago in Poets
Where dew meets leaf And chill meets bone Morning is where I call home Sun brings to touch The darkened dead This is where I lay my head
Oh oxen, how you trod How you carry your cart Does the weight bother you more? Is the heaviness hard Is the weather your strain
Holy waters I walked along Holding in mind the celestial song A song of a war, unending till time Runs out of seconds to turn to rhyme