A mouse scatters and a snake
Rattles as our feet
Fall soft against the field
Dust and light create a song
Three of us walk along
Caught up among the grain
I see my father in front of me
And I hear my brother behind
Fishing poles bobbing in unity
I thought that nature was kind
O I thought that nature was kind
Socks tattered
And our legs battered
by the thorns and twigs among the grain
Now my father hums a song
Three of us walk along
And hope that it won't rain
He backed his truck right up to the pond
And pushed all the cat-tails aside
We pulled the cat-fish into the bed
I thought that nature was kind
O I thought that nature was kind
Day scatters and a fire
Crackles as our breath
Blows smoke into the night
Fire and stars create a song
We stretch, our day was long
Caught up among the grain
I see the fire slowly burning out
And I see the coals turning white
I crawl into the tent early now
I thought that nature was kind
O I thought that nature was kind
Tuesday, June 5, 2007
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