First Draught

let the memories fill y’ with feelings so familiar The melody re echoes in my head A song I’ve heard before Slipping in to wreck the rhythm’s rhyme A try to write a song as creative juices spring A rush to hum along and every thing goes wrong As words just disappear in ragged time And country pictures fill my opened mind That certain time of day that oh so special way Our eyes just turned to see the sky and we knew why Fingers swiftly stroke and pick a rill of running time And thoughts and feelings form to laughing words of rhyme But nothing fits to fill this crying need To truly tell it burning in the fire of joy sublime