Some people ramble,
Look for a shining sea,
Independent
Of love’s noose,
Some people scramble
Their relationships to be free,
To be untethered
And footloose,

Me, I fell for a man and thought myself chased,
Basked in our love until I was replaced,
I crawled back home with my tail between my legs,
Love’s dregs. . .

A farm is a lover
Whose love is permanent,
Day in and day out,
All year long,
There you discover
A love that’s never spent,
Never without
A grip that’s strong,

If there is one commandment that I have learned,
If you worship the earth, you’ll avoid being burned,
Nurture the soil and get on with your life,
Without strife. . .