Crossing Lamar

Sun in my eyes and bubbling tar And one clear lane for me. May there be no honking of the cars When I put out to see If such a creek as Shoal lies asleep Too dry for suds or loam And that witches brew comes out a toothless creep While I throw up a bone. Twilight and all's right swell And after that I'll lark May there be no gladness in Hell when When, at the moon, I bark And though from out my barn of shame and grace The trees my bareness bar I'll stoop to tie my shoes - lace to lace When I have crossed Lamar.