Sometime I’ll
hitch a pony and
sail upon the sea,
Meantime these
cloudy skies are
blue enough for me, lord,
blue enough for me
Sometime I’ll swear
allegiance to some
sacred text or creed
Then again I’ll
swear an oath to
keep my spirit free, good lord,
keep my spirit free
Sometime I’ll
beg a favour from
one who pleases me
Another time I’ll hitch
a pony and sail
the cloudy sea, lord,
sail the cloudy sea
Featured at The Red Wheelbarrow on 19 May 2022
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