Mellow

Written by: adam hollingsworth

A scent on descent,
No wind to flow
When sent. 
Settle down now, and
Find that happy hollow.
For everyday is happy, but mellow.

A flow with grass, yet 
Not cheap for lots.
But a helping hand 
Will fill an empty shot. 
The loathing and dread…
On the campaign trail
1972 has begun.

The sensation that flows like a 
Stream…
Create the breeze in that hollow,
For everyday is happy,
                                 But mellow.