Days have crept by since I’ve been alone, winter is setting,
The trees and grass have turned brown, each limb like a jail wall, holding me here,
Waiting, for you to write home.
This wheel has stopped rolling Its anchored so tight, from the past, when you loved me too.
Just tell me of your days, of happiness found. Just a card, just a note, write me a letter, send it on home, share that one thought with me.
If I write, where should I send it, where does it go?
Tell me, so I may write you, I’ll send you my true love,
and happiness again might be found.
Ralph Peck
Photo by Ralph Peck
Blue Starr Drive, west of Claremore, Oklahoma
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