Painting the back fence
in words that should last
beyond this day, since
years, do just rush past
These fence words I’ve picked
will stay here until
time has been licked and
the need to stand still
Then I and the fence
will come to know
the wind’s blowing, hence
over will we go
By then, it won’t mean
a thing, if that side
is greener than green
when the fence collides
with the earth, and I
am lifted so high
swirled around in mirth
amid true blue skies
Heartspell 