The rose of sharon is blooming again Summer's slowly approaching its end No kids are playing, no slip n' slides Hotter than hell but I don't know why Cut the grass, shouldn't be that hard Empty bottle lying in the yard Is it trash or is…

Water Where do you go O water Where do you go Said I'm going down Gulf of Mexico Bluebird Where have you been O bluebird Where have you been I went all the way to Texas And back again Winter Has come and gone O winter Has come…

Half and apple half a moon Half a dozen coyotes and a howling loon Pick a card any card It's all magic don't think too hard Don't think too hard Don't thing too hard about it Where on earth do you find the time To be anything less…

Dark clouds are moving in Soft breeze upo0n my skin Prepared but even then So swings the pendulum The lives it takes as the branches break The hopes and dreams now sympathies For all the starts left in the sky Are pocket change left…

When I was young I tiptoed the garden And then I salted all that I could see The summer sun it seemed a yoke upon me But no so much for the open-hearted leaves August came around while I was sleeping September grasses bent under my feet…

I am a butterfly but not a monarch I’m meat sliced thin and looking stark On the granite, part of a meal unfinished Swept off the counter and Into the garbage I’m sorry, that was dark I’m just a victim of pathetic fallacy I’m partial…

Michael Hurley Birds sing songs that Wake the dreamers From their sorrowful soirée Cryin', bye bye, sweet fried chicken And the platter Glides away In the moonlight In the moonlight We don't hear, but Water running Down the stream…

On my way home By that lonesome graveyard A ghost jumps up and says Come here won't you be my man Wasn't a ghost at all Someone asking for a ride Wasn't a ghost at all Someone asking for a home Said boy come here And take me to your…

There was a man from Galilee With hands that cared for everything They took his plow and beat it into swords I have a dad I never see And children here in front of me We’re going where the apples taste like flowers I wouldn’t…