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he loves the crawl space between sun and rain
repetitive gossip of sheep in shade
and the sad last sigh of barn owl and crane
the steps he steps bounce like wagons of grain
his thoughts a bull herd keening through the glade
he loves the crawl space between sun and rain
and the nightingale whistle of the train
he loves the side of hills that never fade
and the sad last sigh of barn owl and crane
long fields of alfalfa made into chain
baled and stacked in haylofts like bars of jade
he loves the crawl space between sun and rain
his salt-lick of resentment on the wane
though mourning the heart he badly mislaid
and the sad last sigh of barn owl and crane
he’s washing old songs down the milk house drain
those lush string backgrounds often softly played
he loves the crawl space between sun and rain
and the sad last sigh of barn owl and crane