2 for the fall of 2013 by Ron Van Nostrand
Let’s talk of Prisons
Let’s talk of prisons
Of how we all build our own
And before you know it, your there
You may not see the bars,
But you can still feel the chains around your ankles
That keep you from being free.
But if you were truly free, without boundaries
Where would you be?
Inside, outside, it’s all the same
We’re all doing time
Home On the Range of My Mind
Out there where the coyotes howl
Where in the tall grass the deer lie down
Where the song of the frog bellows into the night,
This is where I pause to dream.
Where the stars are fires in the midnight sky
And the moon’s face in the window hangs
Somewhere, round a fire, the cowboys sing
“Home on the Range” in my mind.