The Great Poet

She found me singing in the backwoods of Alabama bluegrass Your voice is beautiful she said A country gal molded from Georgia's red clay Fascinated with thoughts That flow from my mind We use simple words to define rhythm Written from the blood that flows through our hand Overlooking those that don't understand She found me dancing in the empty streets of New Orleans Recite a poem of passion What did she mean? Look at the sky that is blue The clouds of white linen The world is full of love And willing to die for anyone She found me making love at the top of the mountain peak Where love whispers And words don't speak Minds stay tangled And thoughts never sleep She found me writing But my soul still weeps