Poem 23 – The Simple Trust In You
Simple Singing Motion
So lofting to and fro
Can heaven save the time for them
Does god know they exist
So simply living on a farm
Not cities with black lung
Just Simple Singing Motion
So lofting to and fro
The willow in the back yard
Whilst breezes rustle leaves
And mommies baby squirrel
Whose days are never numbered