Night spreads her gentle presence.
Darkness marks the end of day.
Gentle slumber overtakes us.
Dreams rock the night away.
Night spreads her gentle presence.
Darkness marks the end of day.
Gentle slumber overtakes us.
Dreams rock the night away.
The golden rays of sunlight
lay in stripes across my lawn.
The fading strips of beauty
tell me summer’s almost gone.
Now the killing’s in Winston-Salem.
Kids kill to settle a fight.
There’s no need for discussion.
The bullet decides who’s right.
The skies are dark and dripping,
but I surely can’t complain.
After weeks and weeks of sunshine
we can use a bit of rain.
Twenty years in Afghanistan.
The last plane flew away.
Twenty years in Afghanistan.
A sad and somber day.
Twenty years in Afghanistan.
The country’s not at peace.
Twenty years in Afghanistan.
The killing doesn’t cease.
It’s a sad and sober world today.
There’s not much cause for laughter.
It’s hard to read the news
and think of “happy ever after.”
Yesterday, two thousand died.
Overall: six-thirty-five K.
The anti-vaxxers give a shrug
and look the other way.
Kids get up in the morning
and head for the killing ground.
When they near the playground…
…just pop in another round.
The candle burns.
Its light is steady.
The path shows clear and true.
The candle’s light
is always ready
to mark the path for you.
I don’t need Farmer’s Alamac
to note when Summer’s gone.
Spiders in the bathtub?
It’s my sign that time’s moved on.