Thanksgiving

The boots the men work in rest on the porch
The light on the ambulance sheds sparks like a torch
I watch from a step because no one waits for me
Timothy Clugan's been in bed twenty-two years,
                    And then he fell
But it's his wife they carry away
John Dolan's been dead now twenty-two years.
                     I lived to tell
Without determining to stay
In twice as many almost I understood last
                                                   Why people pray
The wind knocked wrens from the branches
                                                   This morning yesterday

Dog on a Chain

Dog on a chain

What do you think he wants more?

To get off that chain?

Or to chain up everyone else?

Or just to bite someone or something?

It depends if you're in or out of the storm, I guess

Here's the hardest of the law:

You are righteous only as you suffer

Which excuses no transgressions

And you would have children

No soul yet ever clamored to be born

And living is only consolation 

Euphony (Tomorrow's Sunrise)

Lucinda Williams

Emmylou Harris

Larks in the trenches

Emmylou Harris

Lucinda Williams

Larks in the trenches

Lucinda Williams

Emmylou Harris

Larks in the trenches

Don't be so shy

Margo Timmins

I almost forgot

Flat

Immigrant man aspires

Scales a mountain of tires

For me

Fate

Infinite wisdom

The snow in the trees

Spring will arrive