the cozy dooryard

clyde · #1 08-13-2010, 09:55 AM

sell things like insurance
to anyone at all
birds enjoy my singing
when it's my turn in the fall

buy things like your assurance
that i am here at all
a horsey goes with no name
still runs... is sill the same

a mandolin wind has blown itself out
a candle in ...it's light,
melts its own wax
but a mandolin wind,has lost its own tracks

a teacher at an old wooden desk
only it was new back then
watches her students,like the Mother hen
some will make it,some will recall--back when

and it's you that i'm feelin'
and it's your love that i'm stealin'
with you, so hard to part
but you remain...always in my heart

Jesus' blood never told me, it wouldn't fail me
it never promised me , anything at all
but it took my Mother and Father
now the birds miss me...in the fall

i loved a plethora,in a dream a long time ago
i loved her soft, i loved her slow
i felt her deepest hopes and dreams
and still don't know,what anything means

loan me...when we...wish upon a penny
then we...told me....there really isn't any
violins play around the sound
of a penny lost...and a penny found

we aren't so innocent ,when we

dream