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Rake-thin Humble hoes subsistence soil Planting green-topped onion bulbs, Camino divides the field forcing Humble's Husband To till distantly, he works slower, and is of bulbous girth, A red Reebok shirt adorns his back whilst she Wears the hand-me-downs her grandmother had worn. Their house is built of stone like bone, Ground-sewn and dug fresh centuries before, No siestas punctuate their endeavors. Passing pilgrims groan under weight of sack - Whilst Humble counts the years before her bones Are interned in preparation to shelter future generations.
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Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 9:08 AM UTC
Onion Sopa
Rake-thin Humble hoes subsistence soil Planting green-topped onion bulbs, Camino divides the field forcing Humble's Husband To till distantly, he works slower, and is of bulbous girth, A red Reebok shirt adorns his back whilst she Wears the hand-me-downs her grandmother had worn. Their house is built of stone like bone, Ground-sewn and dug fresh centuries before, No siestas punctuate their endeavors. Passing pilgrims groan under weight of sack - Whilst Humble counts the years before her bones Are interned in preparation to shelter future generations.
From the collection 'Songs From The Camino 2009
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Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 9:08 AM UTC
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