Greener Pastures
Feeling the rumble down the line,
greener pastures calling me there.
Daydreams of love and golden times,
feeling the rumble down the line,
conjures visions of love divine.
Grooming the need to go somewhere,
feeling the rumble down the line,
greener pastures calling me there.
Feeling the rumble down the line,
calling me home from far away.
Taking to heart the trembling sign,
feeling the rumble down the line,
my heart transcends all space and time.
It speaks the joys of yesterday,
feeling the rumble down the line,
calling me home from far away.
© Aug 2010 Charles Henderson
For Nette's "Afterglow" contest
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