these clear tears were so heavy
they were impossible to lift
but seeing you smile by my side
was a special gift
a memory of a walk through the woods
in a creek and over trees
i wanted to tell you how much
you please
the green field and yellow flowers
our time spent in lazy minutes
turned slowly into hours
while the sun warmed the soft air
watched us quietly explore
straying from the narrow trail
we had enough but wanted more:
cars and the noise they make
in exhausted life seem so fake
i called you closer to my side
there was no where to hide
so i had you in the meadow grass
i the lad and you the lass
hearts content on an April day
there's not much more to say
the fiddle head ferns and property lines
little yellow signs
nailed into thick bark
but just a momentary mark
and cutting our initials into wood
thinking we should
we tumbled like little elves
far from our serious adult shelves
I use words to deepen my observations. All of the following works are © copyrighted. They are the intellectual property of Greg Hoover. If you or anyone you know is interested in licensing one or more written works for use in a compilation, as lyrics in a musical work, synced to video, or some other use, feel free to contact me about an arrangement. But if not, assuming you are curious and literate, simply reading for pleasure is encouraged.
Cotopaxi, Ecuador (summer 2012)
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