ACROSS MY WAY
WHERE WILL I
END UP THIS DAY
ROAD'S END WISHING
FOR MORE STRING
OR WILLINGLY
GIVE UP THIS THING
KITE LIKE DREAMS
THAT NEVER SETTLE
OLD WOOD STOVE
AND COPPER KETTLE
TIRED SOUL AND
TIRED EYES
SQUINT AGAINST
THE TORTURED SKIES
SONGS OF SADNESS
FILL MY JAW
WITH MELODIES
OF THINGS I SAW
AND LIFE WENT ON
AND ON AND ON
AND NEVER KNEW
THAT I WAS GONE
Bobby Jameson Feb 15, 2011
