Friday, February 6, 2015

As I Lay

Stack of hay,

Come what may,

Bring life this very day,

Open eyes to joyous play,

Till the skies turn from grey,

Till the end of decay,

And a horse goes astray,

Deciding whether or not to stay,

Or to choose its own tender way,

How to say,

Yay or nay,

A choice at bay,

A demon to slay,

It will be okay,

No matter the price to pay,

Like a sweet sun ray,

On a golden tray,

Spoken as we pray,

An image to portray,

So far away,

Like a Blue Jay,

My heart does sway.

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