Are there still fields of barley? Anywhere?

A musical interlude, welcome by some, and necessary to many.



He sings of many places
I’ve only been in my mind
A soothing voice with traces
An accent of some kind.

A man of diverse talents
Home on the rock ‘n’ roll range
Seizes all the elements
Real cultural exchange.

Trains in the distance
The man in his prime
Had I met him perchance
We’d have had a good time.

Copyright 2000


Just so you know, I really don’t like this ‘rhyming’ stuff I occasionally set forth…it just seems to happen, and sounds okay, I guess.