Here’s a short piece that deserves to have some music put to it…
when i get home, i’ll write you a sonnet
but i haven’t left yet
when i get home, i’ll sing you a song
and wrap it around your finger
you’ll hear the mountain lion’s roar
as it echoes in the valley
you’ll see the fleeing eagle
as she brings food to her young
you’ll see the sky split and thunder
when i come home
when i get home, i’ll write you a sonnet
but i haven’t left yet…