John Joe’s

Marigolds, red lemonade
Parish draws and old time ways
A word to the wise for free

Same faces young and old
Black and white days all gold
Spirits rise and breath

An old light
Harbinger
A time and a place to be
And me

Smokey air looms, pipes and brew
The addled fallers, the idle few
Consumed, thrown out, let be

Leather etchings fade and show
Early learners size the flow
Easy souls set free

That old light
Harbinger
A time and a place to be

And me

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