Tag: rural

But my attention is all thrusting forward, onward
His future was somewhere else
Would you like to come swimming with me?
This was not something that one saw every day
His face was intelligent and not unattractive
This is a collaboration
Their eyes were in protruding knobs at either side of their heads
That right there happening was a haiku!
Those were the best times in my life
They drifted along, changing shapes, with the golden sunlight on them
A blue sky is as depthless as the sea
Being there was what made sense
What were you looking for?
The party was ending
Everybody said what a nice time it had been
What in the world are you doing?
I see you leaving for the blue end of the sky
They were waiting for me at the end of the line
It was like some bizarre work of art
I’ve had all sorts of adventures
You were going to do all the wonderful things
It wasn’t her nature to be sulky
She wanted them to have a fantastic time out in the world
You can’t share pain
I do have to go somewhere now
There’s always something you haven’t thought of
It’s never a bad time to talk strategy
He has no one to take care of and he can relax
I loved the mysterious darkness of the trees
I can remember being flooded with happiness once
There’s something I want to be sure to show you
She has stared out of windows more
I suppose you’re quite a stranger to farm life
Or maybe I was seeing a little too clearly
It seemed as if the whole of the world was slowly being stripped of innocence
The whole place had the fragrance of oolong
Crouching next to a huge pile of dung my mind froze up
I’m just showing you what I did so I don’t have to answer questions later
It felt like his eyes were looking right at her
It was hot, with a gritty desert wind hard to breathe in
Maybe they can give him something to settle him down
Shut up, and from here on out, stop marching on!
My first mistake was waiting for a lift
I took them along a bumpy track
If you surrendered to the air, you could ride it
You think I don’t know how to walk when I want to walk?
At home, the man sits with his eyes glued to the front door
Dead of winter, icy roads, wind blowing sideways across the empty cornfields
He relaxed, smiling as he looked out the window
And Now for Something Completely Different