Poems from Stanley Horton
When I go I want to be found face down in the snow
Dressed to the nines, frozen in time, missed by no one I know.
Or maybe I'll fall...
Young crow dreaming
On a wire
Swinging on the wind
Above the fire
Of the sun on the wheat
Baking in the heat
The earth couldn't be any...
I took my guitar down
It's been months
Why does it feel like that?
It won't sing for me anymore
My fingers don't care, they're asleep
As...
Such a starry night
But cool
Mom and dad are so tired
They stare into a fire
That they built
Little boy and little girl
They stare too...