Daniel Larson Poet Rhyme

A world of the past

There is a small country town that I once knew
Though I had stayed there I was just passing through
     I had watched the waters as they deftly churned
     I watched the mountains as they slowly burned
Then I packed my bag and I never returned

Was a girl in that country that I had loved
But I watched from afar as she soared above
     Her nature was free and she was ever bold
     Her life was a story that's never been told
She was a girl that I was not born to hold

Well, summer is over, the grass is not green
Yet the sky is as blue as far as it is seen
     But the winds will soon blow in from the east
     And bring in a winter born of the beast
The best we can hope for is to be released

Tomorrow's out yonder, so far from our reach
And out there are the lessons that no one can teach
     The one that is not free will remain enslaved
     He will cry forever that he should be saved
Yet one day on stone his name will be engraved

Then sometimes at night when I am at my rest
I recall those suffering and pray they be blessed
     If we meet in my dreams, I'd ask her how she's been
     If I pass his stone, I'll bow to the one within
As for that country town, I might just pass through again

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