but the sun lit bright, while the moon was a night light

with the wind circling high, the trees had not been shy, the old house would give a sigh,

when the wolves crossing the stream heard all the birds tweet, the water screamed

carrying sweet flowers along it's side, moving quick without fight

back at the old house, the doors squeaked while windows creaked

the drift of dust flew far and long, as metal bars were hung and strung

making musical notes to remember by soul

right now the world had stopped, the little boys would wait until the sun popped

to continue on the journey that the cold winter had stopped.

-RKA