The Walk
By TractorMan
The narrow dirt roadLike a ribbon woundThrough barren wheat fieldsNow only stubbled groundHarvested earlierA few months agoAcre after acreOf well cropped rowsThe sun is low nowHanging in the skyThere’s a chilling breezeA full moon is on the riseI take a slow walkMy wife by my sideArm in armAs we walk alongListening to birdsSinging their love songsTalking to each otherThe stars appearing aboveWe talk about lifeAnd our mutual loveOn to the houseGuided by the porch lightI think life is greatAs the day turns to night Written September 27th, 2001 © on Sep 26 2001 11:24 PM PST 0 • 8
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"The narrow dirt roadLike a ribbon woundThrough barren wheat fieldsNow only stubbled groundHarvested earlierA few months agoAcre after acreOf well cropped rowsThe sun is low nowHanging in the skyThere’s a chilling breezeA full moon is on the riseI take a slow walkMy wife by my sideArm in armAs we walk alongListening to birdsSinging their love songsTalking to each otherThe stars appearing aboveWe talk about lifeAnd our mutual loveOn to the houseGuided by the porch lightI think life is greatAs the day turns to night..."