I watch from the ground…

I watch from the ground
as the gold flutters down from the sky
I never know why I see it
Only that I do
I watch from the ground
as the gold flutters down from the sky
to me it looks like this…

Burlap in August

Burlap born the 1st of August
Fire so hot it felt, burned like hell
She said as she wiped her brow
Nothing good grows here in this heat
Burlap sacks burned like wildfires in the field
Scratched my skin till raw, but I liked it
Smelled of sage and straw
Sunflower and giant bees buzzed
She was born the first of August
Nothing good grows here in this heat
Except me I was born the first of August
Full of fire

Darling please stay on my shore with me

Darling please 
Stay on my shore with me
I’m tired from the trip
and my heart it needs to breath
It’s been a long hard year 
 My back against the wind
How I long to feel the breeze upon my face
So won’t you please, darling please
Stay on my shore with me?
Please stay