There's something moving out tonight. It sifted through the trees and the last horizon light. Down where the creek flows through the fence. You can hear it singing in the wire. Singing. oh oh Aka...
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1. Akasha Wind 2. Between The Two Of Them They married back in '32. They were young and love was new. And every day that feeling grew. Between the two of them. Work got scarce and times got bad. Hope would chase away the sad. Hope was so...3. Big Hourglass I remember back in college. It was sometime in the fall. I was walking by a Maple tree. Flaming red and tall. And as I passed beneath it. One leaf out of that flame. Fell right into my breast pocket....4. Blow The Carbon Out They were breaking their agreement. Not to argue on vacation. Rolling past the roadside rows of corn. When a southbound truck comes drifting 'cross the centerline. Ray jerks the wheel and hits th...5. Boogy Man It was late last Friday evening. There was nobody home but me. So I turned on every light in the house. Turned up the TV. Channel five was JUST a snowstorm. And then with seven gone. Channel thirteen&...6. Book Report Just before our recess time. Becky Lane tapped me from behind. And slipped this little note in my hand. Next thing I hear is that call. Young man, meet me out in the hall. And now I've got to wri...7. Fascination I been out walking on the ridge tonight. Wondering what beats stronger. Locomotive engine or the hummingbirds heart. And tell me who's pushing all these needles of light. In through this huge pin...8. Hymn For The Living Fantail of a red-tailed hawk. Red-wing on a cattail stalk. Black crow in a trickling spring. Yes, it means everything. Lord knows, I'm a lucky man. To watch the view from where I stand. And I&apo...9. I Don't Mind Mom told me, “Sleep in your pajamas, John. Never in bare skin. Your conscience may give a fight. But your passions will win. And the oldest form of trouble. Is the warmth from carnal sin. ...10. Little Piece Of Heaven I’m a good worker. I’m a hard worker. I seldom miss a day. I assemble all these pieces. Like I’d make them for myself. Though the boss man never has good words to say. And it hasn...11. Martha's Song In these days the leaves have withered. And daylight spins a shorter line. Years ago we’d gather wood. But this older neighborhood. Is like the season, in decline. A young couple moved in next...12. Moonbeam Hello little moonbeam. Such a welcome sight. I've got nothing in my pockets. Walk with me tonight. Old cars in the tall grass. Broken glass and chrome. Down along the railway. Behind my parent&ap...13. Mr. Moon Up there in St Mathew’s belfry. There’s bats slipping out for the night. It’s black as a funeral tuxedo. With one button shining out bright. (Old moon in his ivory light). Tonight...14. Pickin Out Wallpaper I was twenty-three. Wild and free. Hitchhiking Scotland. Black cliffs beside the sea. One night by the firelight. Three promises I made. Just between me and the Milky Way. One, was never worry about a...15. Restless Field Out in a clover field. Through each moon rising. There is a sapling tree. Improvising. The wind pulls like a thief. At every trembling leaf. Love take me now. Come hold me now. And carry me. Over this...16. Some Believe To hear the swallows roosting beneath me. And watch the moonlight trickling by. I come down to the bridge when I'm troubled. Ohi and I'm troubled tonight. 'Cause I was tucking my girl i...17. Swimming Hole Back one barefoot summer I was tagging on with Tim. Already an eighth grader, man; I admired him. He was the first guy in our town to know what it was like. To ride with highrise handlebars. On a blac...18. The Economy Needs A War Ask any foreman or front office Joe. The nation’s production is moving too slow. The dollar has slipped to its lowest degree. The kingpins on Wall Street to this, they agree. The economy needs...19. Tiny Transfusion Under a mantle of river bed sandstone. Red-headed Bobby Dehoney and me. With cigarette ashes rubbed on our foreheads. And two June bugs held in our front teeth. The candlelight flooded the canyon. As...20. Yarns That dark wool sky. Spun lines of rain. All wound into the balj of Buckners Lake. Us kids built dams. With slicks and muddy hands. Thought that we could keep it from unraveling. So what will we do wit...
