Love Grows in a Weary Land

[couchgrouch]

Love Grows in a Weary LandLightning fires in the timberpushed a lot of wildlife northone day I found a wolf pupcrying on my porchI left hash on the front stepstill he'd take it from my handby Fall he slept near my furnacecos love grows in a weary landI'd travel to the villageonce a week for suppliesthe widow who ran the feedstorehad titian hair and turquoise eyesshe thought just daisies would growon the mem'ry of her manso my kisses needed patiencefor love grows in a weary landI'd take her for walks in the whispering pineshoping her heart would be watered by timeone night while a young wolf romanced the moonon a pine needle bed her love began to bloomnow our child lays in a cradlelike an acorn in the sandand the song of the wolf sayslove grows in a weary land(c)2005 Robert George