These crazy times
are taking my mind
and Whittling away my sanity too
I don’t know what's mine
I can’t keep in line
but what owns me is the time spent with you
Every day digging the stone
fingers cut to the bone
Not much left to say
no friends anyway
I don’t mind being alone
When my sunshine smiles at me
makes everything okay
She’s so fine
I can’t let her be
and I wouldn’t want to anyway
The light of the city
on a long dirt road
I travel every morn
Through the storms of noise and traffic
Torn Across a beautiful landscape
That’s been raped into submission
About the Creator
How the Harvest Mouse Came to Suisun Bay
A long, long time ago there was a family of harvest mice. Mice are common, but these were unique – born to those who had lived in the salty, marshy bay for many generations, these mice ate and drank from the sea as well as the land and rivers. For generations, there were only the southern families, scattered along the marshes of Corte Madera and in the San Francisco Bay (U.S. Fish & Wildlife, 2013). One family, however, would undergo strife and conflict before reaching a whole new world. What became of them after is another tale entirely – but this is how their story begins.
By Taylor Inman7 days ago in Fiction
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