Go What May

[couchgrouch]

Go What MayI remember October, when harvest filled the landwind kissed the wheat goodbye, after one last dancecome winter I'd be standing, in bare fields with my dogthat wind would blow in circles, so lonesome and lostbut our valley was its homeso that's where it would stayit haunts porches and drafty barnsand always will, go what may...go what mayI found that border collie, when he was but a pupI hoped he'd come with me, when I gave farming upwhen I told my father, it was time for me to gohe wanted me one more season, but I obeyed the roadand as I walked that two-lanemy dog followed me awaysbut he barked for me then turned backcos he loved his home, go what may...go what maysome things need to grow wild, some need tending toand I soon left the city, back to the freedom I knewI found my dad one day, face down in the fieldhe tried to work one more season, but fate does what it willnow the wind and my old dogseem to listen when I prayso I hope Dad hears me whisperthis is our home, go what may...go what may(c)2004 Robert George