Written on the Second Day at Gould Farm

I write this song to bring me home
Where the days pass
Like so many robins in the sky,
And the moon hangs low
Over the road,
And the trees sway in the musical breeze,
And my bed waits, longingly,
To caress my back.
Strange to think that this place too is my home,
And that the clouds, they will bless the sky
Above me here,
And the grounds with rain.