Should I name these instead of numbers? I hope you enjoy and play song.
A girl in the county.
Like a feather on the ground.
There is no bounty.
As free as sound.
As musical as a drum.
Dancing in a field of grain.
She sings a song in a hum.
She looks free from pain.
The peace fills your mind.
She dances free.
She is very kind.
As she is filled with glee.
A lovely time of day.
Like a feather in the air.
You found a peaceful way.
As you are both a pair.
Love with no bounty.
A sunset in the field of grain.
As she dances in the county.
There is never a strain.
No boundary.
Start from scratch.
There is a foundry.
Because we are a match.
Peaceful days under a tree.
Playing her favorite tune.
We are free.
As we dance together in June.
The wonderful color of her eye.
Her dirty blonde hair.
The hair she plans to dye.
We are a wonderful pair.
Blowing out a flower.
Even though the sun is out.
It starts to sun shower.
There is never a pout.
An awesome girl dancing in the grain.
Dancing in the county.
Free from pain.
There is no bounty.
Dancing to the beat.
In the wonderful sun.
As I play music in my seat.
She has fun.
An amazing day.
We have no boundary.
We always find a way.
With or without a foundry.
Freckles dust her cheeks.
A wonderful smile.
Dancing for what seems like weeks.
We dance and play for a while.
The wind picks up flowers.
Like a feather on the ground.
She is dancing in the sun showers.
Free like sound.
A wonderful dream.
A dream in the county.
Created with every little seam.
With no bounty.
Red apples in a basket.
An amazing drink of wine.
She has sisters and cousins in a casket.
I will protect her because she is mine.
Alas she was diagnosed with cancer.
A long time ago in fact.
She is a wonderful dancer.
She has an amazing act.
Daisies fall on her head.
She giggles in the county.
She beat it so she isn't dead.
In the field with no bounty.
Her hair growing back slow.
The girl who loves.
Just as the campfire starts to glow.
In the sky are doves.
Like a feather just began to wind.
She is no longer sick.
Free from her bind.
The campfire went out so I lit a candle wick.
Candles line the tree.
One for the memory of relatives who died.
Dancing with glee.
As our relationship is still tied.
This is short because of family business. I still hope you enjoyed.
