Draw Long Read

by Light Writer

We baked you nine to three
You scratching little beans
I took maybe five of those last three
And from the state line we came growing yellow sleep
It was a Draw Long Read.
A hundred slow infinity, stay a while, stay a while
Throw your threshold ’round the fires of the first small meal in town.
Self-help story was a little in between
Tell this day down
It was a Draw Long Read.

Winter’s bones have gone
Summer’s finally come.

I took about twenty in the past eight years
Such work is for the farm type in the backbone fields
I will answer to most of where the country runs
In the brown grass meadows where the river churns.
Every winter, every summer I could press another down
And every winter in the summer, oh it all burns down.
Such is life by the food and ripe we roam
I was never too big to find a grain in the large, fine ground.
High and low we build and sow
And on this winding country road
We Draw Long Read.

Winter’s bones have gone
Summer’s finally come.