The Trip

The hum both steady and low
Of my father's truck
Sends me here below
Where coyotes give out luck

And with the luck they give
That sends you left or east
You mightn't be able to live
As a beauty or a beast

Apple trees grow proudly
Here in paradise
And giants bellow loudly
About their favorite vice

Dragons guard the towers of ivory
Knights safeguard the road
Wearing Arthur's livery
As if he were ne'er lowed

But then the humming stops
But then the trip has ended
Yet next time my spirit drops
I'll see again a world resplendent



God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey