I Stopped Off at a Cracker Barrel in Zephyrhills

I drove down I-75, for the wedding of my brother’s son Hills rose from the south, ghost called out old sounds of the swamp Yea the air was warm and the road was my own The land I’s born, my ol’ childhood home I stopped off at a Cracker Barrel in Zephyrhills Yea parked the …

Orpheus

I fly high tonight, a child of the skies Looking long for my beautiful view On the cool breeze I rest a young herald of the west I sing the night's sound, my feet never touch the ground Though I know I may not let it show I was born long ago When I’s a …

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