There was a time
I heard just your call...

Down on Grandmas Farm: Part 6
As a junior city slicker, still wet behind the...

Then my notice
did take glance...

A bell tolls,
for the hour of discontent...

Down on Grandma's Farm:
Part 4...

From passing storm with trying times,
my vessel worn from smeared begrimes...

There was a time
upon the earth...

Standing alone
at the end of the day...

Most can relate
with a belief...

I built my house
and shuffled...

Come swim in my soul,
it will intoxicate you...

*** i wrote this after liberating many Iraqi...
Scourged and beaten under thumb...