Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

Street Light

Old yellow streetlamps shine

Children play in sunlight’s glow

The noose that hung their life away

Now enters into play

They take their turn to swing

From lamplights shine

Their laughter falls on cold deaf ground

To late they learn of love

The crown of life made to swim through time eternal

A sign will tell of their return

Their noise and laughter will ring once more

No hand nor voice to scoot away

The weekend calls to County Fair…