I told my son
locking hubs,
colony at prayer in the gray dawn
failing such brightness.
To speak of their distress, no, nor the will!
Last night I lay on the mountain.
While Time just drives the horses on.
13 And Marthy's twins, from Aunt Marinn's,
21 Bob's the one fer "Whittington,"
into my crazy mind, but why?
I told my son
locking hubs,
colony at prayer in the gray dawn
failing such brightness.
To speak of their distress, no, nor the will!
Last night I lay on the mountain.
While Time just drives the horses on.
13 And Marthy's twins, from Aunt Marinn's,
21 Bob's the one fer "Whittington,"
into my crazy mind, but why?