Rushing through life
with blinders on
Living the ultimate
country song
Running the roadsf
ree as a bird
leaving us breathless
without a word
Loving in ways
when time would allow
standing out uniquely
in a very large crowd
Strong willed as the wind
Gently blowing astray
Gently blowing astray
using your talentst
o find your way
crossing the bridge
to a new found life
who's to say it was wrong or right
wild as a bull
couped up in a cage
blowing up often
his emotions enraged
he was a spring flower
in the springtimeb
right as the sun
countless heartst
his man won
he was a sight for
all to see
heaven only knows
how he affected me.
~Jesilyn~
(In memory of Donald Cleve Boswell)
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