Ah Holly Fam'ly
Lucky Peak
I was born by hereBeverlying by the lockKating down the wind-blown covewe rode coffinslike cool surf boards up the steamthe reservoir drank three feetlie behind the hatcheryshe is quietly try to swimto me beneath wake whenI lie back and close my eyespolly wogging for a handfulBriesing from the precipiiup high, up highI can drink and breath the reservoir landscapeand the ringing where the wake subsidesdon't curse in the canyonwe were sandled against the sandsummered beneath eagled dam
From Letras Mania