Monday, November 08, 2004

Comfort Sounds

Somethin' comfortin' about the sound
Of an axe splittin' wood.
The crack of it
Floatin' up the creek
Calms a busy mind.
Shh, voices,
Soft an' intimate
Sneak along the hills.
Folks hardly know
Their conversations
Get away from them
And run to neighbors
With all them little
Secrets of livin'.

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