Though the winds are still a blowin’ and the rich barre their doors We folks just keep a runnin’ out of tears in droves n’ scores N’ the beggars are all beggared there’…
Source: Dust is Still Blowin’
Though the winds are still a blowin’ and the rich barre their doors We folks just keep a runnin’ out of tears in droves n’ scores N’ the beggars are all beggared there’…
Source: Dust is Still Blowin’
forgotten winter
leaves cold bones, brittle and bound
to a frozen earth
the shore’s huddled rain
embraces a northward flock,
easing their echoes