On a guitar of time, he played pleasant tunes,
the rhymes of his life were sung by the moon.
Always keep moving, he never looked behind,
stepped to the beat tunes played in his mind.
Many wise words he sang, so lovely the sound,
composed with chords that kept peace around.
I sometimes get visions and with them shivers,
as I think of the legend that traveled this river.
I wish it were true, that he wrote such a song,
when the world heard it, we'd all sing along.
Hope Is The Thing With Feathers
"Hope" is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune
Monday I was angry with the sun.
It was always in my eyes - no fun.
Tuesday I was
You're the one for me
'cause you were made just for me.
Now I'm standing in front
My dog has a special twist,
She can't go a day unkissed.
She's not
It's getting late, I must go
I had a beer where did it go
I had to pee. I know it
I thought you were so cool.
Boy, I was wrong.
I feel like su
First time we met,
We smiled laughed and played,
By the big Oak Tree in the back,
Young, carefree, innocent,
You sing, laugh, and dance,
Taking in all Gods' glory<
A little bit angry through the years,
A whole lot lonely through my tears.
A wond
From the first lingering glance
Shared by a pair of prying hearts
To the last diz
