I write about a river,
or a tree by the water
the view of the sky
or a day gone by
I write about a bridge
or a concrete valley
a rich cultured land
or a wide empty field
I write about a canyon
or a storm on the rise
a border line crossing
or a tale of true loss
I write about the wind
or how it blows
a gust off the ocean
or a whisper in your ear
I write about your song
or the ache in my memory
I write about the paint in the scenery
or a tree by the water
the view of the sky
or a day gone by
I write about a bridge
or a concrete valley
a rich cultured land
or a wide empty field
I write about a canyon
or a storm on the rise
a border line crossing
or a tale of true loss
I write about the wind
or how it blows
a gust off the ocean
or a whisper in your ear
I write about your song
or the ache in my memory
I write about the paint in the scenery
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