SKY WRITING:
He was climbing the hill,
At the back of the supermarket,
Heading for the bus stop,
Like the miners I used to watch going to work with my Granddad,
Burlap bags strung over their shoulders,
And bottles of cold Black sweet tea
(K)
SKY WRITING:
He was climbing the hill,
At the back of the supermarket,
Heading for the bus stop,
Like the miners I used to watch going to work with my Granddad,
Burlap bags strung over their shoulders,
And bottles of cold Black sweet tea
(K)