CHIQUITA

HOW THE HOURS FLY WITH REVERIE OF REFUGE

WHEN THE TIRES CUT UPON THE DIRT

IT’S SOON THAT LAST TURNS ARRIVAL

WITH SOLACE OF ITS SINGING GRAVEL

PEBBLES CLICK AWAKENING THE MIND WE RISE AS A LONE FADED STEEPLE STANDS

KICKED UP IT’S AS IF THEY SANG A WELCOME HYMN

AND HOW IT GOES I DON’T RECALL FOR IT’S BEEN JUST TOO LONG

IT’S GRAVEL ROADS AND FORGOTTEN TOWNS THAT AWAIT CERTAIN REVIVAL

WE’RE GUIDED BY THE GUARD OF THE WANDERING WIDOWED WALLS

ROCK LADEN FIELDS WAS BOUNTIES DEMISE AGAINST MANS WONDROUS WILL

FOR IT’S NATURES CLAIM THAT SHALL LAST REMAIN

IN TRANQUIL TRAVERSE WE NOW USE THIS FORLORN PATH NOT AS PAST TRAVAIL

FOR IT MAKES OUR LIVES OF COMFORT SEEM EVER SO TRIVIAL

HAVE WE LOST THE DIGNITY OF TOIL AND SHUNNED ITS HONEST FEEL

ONLY TO DECEIVE OUR SOULS OF TRUE WORTH FOR OUR OWN INDULGENCE

OR BLIND OUR WAY TO THE GRAVEL OF TIME AS IT CLICKS IT’S FAINT FAREWELL