Friday, August 15, 2014

Muddied boots

leave your muddied
boots at the door
don't need your
footsteps on my floor

nor the wet earth
with all its weight
a rainy day that's
come way too late

tipsy clouds spill
out their wine
and scurry off
in time for shine

yet it's the weathered
ones who know
that without rain
it's just a bow

in darkened days
the light is dear
sometimes in laughter
there's a tear

a flood will wash
away the past
to make your dreams
come true at last

those crazy clouds
spill out their wine
and rush away
in time for shine

the weathered ones
are those who know
that without rain
it's just a bow

dams and levees
are often for naught
stop of flow
can lead to rot

leave those muddied
boots at the door
after this tide you
won't need them anymore

'cause trippy clouds
are pouring out their wine
and rushing away
in time for shine

those weathered ones
aren't the only who know
that without rain
it's just a bow




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