sexta-feira, 30 de abril de 2010

GULLIVER

Gulliver's gone
To the final command of his master
His watery eyes had washed
All the hills with his laughter
And the seasons can change
All the light from the grey to the dim
But the light in his eyes
Will see no more so bright,
As the sheep
That locked in the pen

There's four feet of ground
In front of the barn
That's sun-baked, and rain-soaked
And part of the farm
But now it lies empty
So could and so bare
Gulliver's gone
But his memory lies there

By passing the doors of his life
Was a stage I remember
And in later years
He would cease to bare teeth to a stranger
For sentiment touched him
As cyclament holds him

And later, men came from the town
Who said, clear the child
This won't take a while
And Gulliver's gone with the dawn

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