Way to Go

Down in the Barrons, where the wild ones grow

The lily pads are green, and the cool water flows

And I think I’ll be the only one to go

Where the breeze blows lightly, and the golden moon glows


And heavy, hearty eyelids with a pink serenade

Rest in the peacefulness of a summer shade

And frogs start to bellow as the cricket’s chirping fades

Down by the water, where my cold body lays


Published in: on June 7, 1993 at 9:58 am  Comments (1)  
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