SIX O'CLOCK SHADOWS 011011 - LA SOMBRA - TEXAS RAIN

James Michael Taylor

SIX OCLOCK SHADOWS

At six p’clock the windmill throws it’s shadow on the grave
The cattle chew their cud and lowly low above the one we didn’t save
The broken body buried there beneath the sod we carried there that day
And tho we hold each other so, behold the tiny brother, white, that way, that way

At 6:15 the shadow of the oak tree bows her head across the grave
The windmill cries. The Texas skies have moved her once again to lowly say
Her roots, the flowing waters reach and murmur I will treasure yesterday
And standing here, I’ll gladly share the falling rain that flows like tears away, away

The Hand of Time has felt it’s way across the land, so ends another day
The darkness turns the shadows into night and all who weep now turn to pray
Oh, let the tender of my heart continue now to take the hurt away
For you in me and I in you, sometimes I don’t know what to do I say, I say

Naked, came he to us, naked now he goes for naked was his way
Naked, stand we at his mercy, naked, knowing everything we say
And so the store return to God, his body now we learn is sod this way
The lesson hardly learned, yet hardly earned, the joys we share today, today…

Out on the prairie between Mansfield and Lillian, Texas, 1977.

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