Caged
No trees to shade or climb, The turf grass is rough on my mind, I hear few familiar voices, And they're faint and ever so lonely, The papery brown vines Slip over the fence and beckon to me, Patiently, I'm pacing, A caged beast far from home, But in the night The sky is painted a silver tone, --My constant companion, She gazes upon me gently, As her cool winds caress my burning skin, My voice is low Joining in our usual song.