Pamme Swan: Swan Songs

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Brookfield Horse trails Nine Mile Bliss
In my back yard my backyard How did I miss this
Take me off your mailing list I just don’t get your drift
I’m heading for a forest trail give my soul a little lift
Stolen Horses Water lilies Meandering stream
Loomis gang a riding In a far away dream
Write me off of your routine I never got the bond
I'm inside the Blue Line Stillwater and beyond
Mother Marion’s Hummingbirds are dive bombing me
Campsite forty five a paradise to camp for free
Out to the driftwood god beach tree bones in the sand
I’m an empty nest on a reservoir with paddle in my hand
Windy boy has flown away the tall girl could sing
Why do sad things always happen in threes
Our elders growing ever older form to formless not dead
White ghosts of themselves living drugged out in their beds
So many places to get lost and ponder all of this
So many things I should of done differently
Its my children I miss
History pours everywhere complicated and vast
Folk lore and legends hunting me down from the past
Need Slow down
Need to go down to
Nine Mile Bliss
In my back yard, my back yard
How did I miss this