That Face I Begin To See
By shoebox
Mon, 12 Mar 2007
- 1035 reads
A red leaf falls
Cut loose by the wind
Brown heifers low
Within stone walls
Another night nears
Hidden crickets chirp
Two Texas steers
Watch fowls come home
Faceless evening shadows
Begin their slow waltzes
One two three, one two three
Finally it's yours--
That face
I begin
To see.
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