christy-matthews

As I was walking down the road
I could smeel the sweet grass: freshly mowed

I saw the sun setting in the distance
The blood-red glow seemed proof of its resistance

The colors: red, orange, yellow, and gold
All melted away so that night could unfold

I felt the air collin all around me
And saw the lightening bugs in front of the tree

I could hear the water running down the creek
past the quiant house that was so antique

The glowing light from its windows
Beckoned me forward from the shadows