Saturday, September 3, 2016

PB cascade

The Fence

The land before him is immense.
He came a week ago today.
And now, he’s here to build a fence.
He’ll be here, now, for a long stay.
He dreams good things to come his way.

Forgetting life he left behind,m
His folks had thought he lost his sense.
But he believes he saved his mind.
He’d live here now from this time hence.
The land before him is immense.

The mountains speak of steadfast things
Compelling him to think and pray.
Will he regret he cut those strings?
He’d only know on judgement day.
He came a week ago today.

T’was nothing left that he could do.
His move had been a great expense.
He will just have to see it through.
The grasses here are thick and dense.
And now he’s here to build a fence.

If he could just fence in his life
And keep his problems there at bay.
Yes, he could breathe without the strife.
Let country living hold its sway.
He’ll be here, now, for a long stay.

A red-winged blackbird sings its song.
He gathers hopes like a bouquet.
This is where all his hopes belong.
As sun sets, grace is on display.
He dreams good things to come his way.





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