coming from the land of the drunken sun
where he ended and I barely dare become
she was a crow that brought us all together
rum drizzling, thunderbolt winter weather
rioting lot she was afflicting all kinds of harm
living on those four acres of our teeny farm
bleeding red petunias into fine white sand
thriving while growing things on fertile land
forgiveness giving us yearnings for grace still
placing my faith in the light of God’s Holy Will