Where the Magpie Laid Down Nest
I wanna sing
like the old master-magpie;
I wanna croon
in a way that tickles my nose
and makes my hairs stand up stiff
I wanna holler
like my shoes were dusty
and my heart was broke
and the house I grew up in
was only a dream between days of walking city-ward
where I heard the lights were brighter
and the skies were black-and-whiter
and the folks all read the paper
and hurried like they cared
where they were going to.
But if this was all a dream,
then how come it felt so true,
so brand new
and so much stronger a fix
than my home ever offered me?
P'rhaps because this is where the magpie
laid down his nest
and sang to me.
Copyright © Le Sony'R Ra | Year Posted 2010
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