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BY

MICHAEL L PRATHER


	BIRDS



I saw a bird flying across the sun

It looked  so free and wild in the air

It's wings graceful and strong

I knew that it was meant to be there



That night I dreamed I could fly

It was my wings that held the wind

I could see so far across the sky

But I knew that the dream would end



Someday I will reach the sky once again

To fly among the hearts and souls of friends

"Our Wings" will spread across the sun

And  we will all fly free in the end ....


	DELVING





I take soft from others

I give long to some

I hold on at times

I yearn for lost chances



I speak yet say nought

I know yet not

I do at times right

I learn from all



I speak

I hear

I want

I fear 



	ELEPHANTS





I've roamed the Earth for time untold

I've been hunted for Ivory valued as much as gold

I've carried Kings and Cheiftans and rulers plenty

I've been cut down in numbers to count to many



I've been a flyer in a movie fantasy

I've been let to know my own destiny

And when my time is up and I must walk to the end

I know that I will rest among so many of my friends



	FOR STEVIE





There's an echo in my head

of a blues mans dreams

A flashing guitar and

and music that had wings



I'm trying my best

to pour it all out

In loving memory

of one that was no doubt



A man of men

a king of kings

a maker of sweet music

a caresser of strings



Play on music man

in the halls above

and know that here on earth

you'll forever be loved



	Hi Brow







There once was a girl named Olga 

Whose brow was considered quite vulgar 

It ran all the way across from eye to eye 

and when she'd wink it made babies cry 



She went to a doctor to add a little gap 

when the doctor said, as he removed his cap 

Why Olga I think it looks quite lovely 

and there on his brow was a line of shrubbery 



They now live together in bliss 

with nothing to the other amiss 

Both with brows so proud and wide 

The fuzzy doctor and his caterpillared bride 



	Roadhouse Revenge





There's a wailing moan

in the old house tonight

The birds are shakin'

in the trees



The dog's are howlin'

like evil after sin

It seems the blues

are on the way in.



The guitars are all loaded

with bullets of shiny steel

As the folks all polish up

their slides and get

ready to squeal



Suddenly a note rings out

a scream of pure fiery rage

As the house band steps up

and begins to play



The blues are cut

where they stand

as they reel from

their musical wounds



Soon the house is

filled with jumpin'

jivin' tunes



So as the blues

crawl back into

their deep dirty

dark cave



A shadow of a blues man

from days gone by

Pulls out a six string

and lets fly



And all the Roadies

wearing mile wide grins

Say don't come back here

Blues you're time is done



And they all played

on toward the morning sun.
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