Poems from Stanley Horton

When I go I want to be found face down in the snow   Dressed to the nines, frozen in time, missed by no one I know.   Or maybe I'll fall...
Young crow dreaming On a wire Swinging on the wind Above the fire Of the sun on the wheat Baking in the heat The earth couldn't be any...
  I took my guitar down It's been months Why does it feel like that? It won't sing for me anymore My fingers don't care, they're asleep As...
Such a starry night  But cool Mom and dad are so tired  They stare into a fire That they built   Little boy and little girl They stare too...

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