Inspired by all of your posts...I wrote this today.
The Perfect Life
Oh to live for free in the Phillipines and sweep a beach each day, where asians tourists bask and swim and lose their 24K!
Or in the Outback harsh and sere where nuggets can be found, not the ones that post a pennyweight, the ones that post a pound!
Alaska! Yes! In summertime 'neath retreating glaciers tread, pulling globs of gold from gravel, big as a babys head!
Oh joy! A solid signal, a low and sultry tone, as sweet as sirens singing to my auditory bone!
Could it be a golden wedding band? A buried Roman hoard? A pulltab, or a nickle? A nail stuck in a board?
Oh sweet discrimination! You are a cruel God! I need some shine from time to time to keep me busting up the sod!
Obsession or addiction, hobby or a sport? What keeps a person searching when time on earth is short?
Chores neglected at the house, and yet this coil swing! Two steps from a bracelet, three steps from a ring!
At least thats what I tell myself, with optimism high. Chip kicking through a totlot, sweeping fields and beaches dry.
The Perfect Life a vision, swinging coil wild and free. A'digging holes in heat and cold 'til one is dug for me!
The Perfect Life
Oh to live for free in the Phillipines and sweep a beach each day, where asians tourists bask and swim and lose their 24K!
Or in the Outback harsh and sere where nuggets can be found, not the ones that post a pennyweight, the ones that post a pound!
Alaska! Yes! In summertime 'neath retreating glaciers tread, pulling globs of gold from gravel, big as a babys head!
Oh joy! A solid signal, a low and sultry tone, as sweet as sirens singing to my auditory bone!
Could it be a golden wedding band? A buried Roman hoard? A pulltab, or a nickle? A nail stuck in a board?
Oh sweet discrimination! You are a cruel God! I need some shine from time to time to keep me busting up the sod!
Obsession or addiction, hobby or a sport? What keeps a person searching when time on earth is short?
Chores neglected at the house, and yet this coil swing! Two steps from a bracelet, three steps from a ring!
At least thats what I tell myself, with optimism high. Chip kicking through a totlot, sweeping fields and beaches dry.
The Perfect Life a vision, swinging coil wild and free. A'digging holes in heat and cold 'til one is dug for me!
OH YES! HH jim tn