Стихи и рассказы в категории Country. Читать онлайн

Stevie, we were free,
Stevie, you and me,
On that golden day,
Was it ’68?

We came from our own country in a red room
which fell through the fields, our mother singing
our father’s name to the turn of the wheels.
My brothers cried, one of them bawling, Home,