Lovely Blond Hair,

Glistens in the Blowing Wind-

Catching the Sun

And Scattering It Through the Air.

Those Beautiful Blue Eyes Stare at Me...

Across the Yard,

Across the Plains,

On the Other Side of the World.

They are Burned into My Mind.

I Can't Get Them Out.

How Could I Get Them Out?

They Do Not See Me....

But I See Them.

They Do Not Love Me...

But the Birds & the Sky Love Them.

The World is in Their Favor.

And the World Has Forgotten Mine.

Oh well, I'll get Over It.

The World was Never Kind to me Anyway.