singing for the tree lines, not far in from shore
along dusty roads with pack on back, and guitar

cool downtown, city-weekend nights, with street-lamp, store window light
wandering nomadic gypsy soul with adopted name
entertaining for angels and saints

warm country summer days, sidewalk strumming
streaming sweat, marking time, keeping time
forgetting time, and making it
watching it , seizing or taking it

breathing , discovering , smiling , shrugging
and sharing with friends whatever's left
(signed)      - All The Best,