Apricot wine on the mountain side
feel like the end of the line, Along the
cypress pine like being on cloud nine
Unlike anything I choose to take a
hike on top of apricot ridge, I look
to the crowd that should of been so
Instead I stand proud on this ridge.
I choose to cruise while
strumming to the blues In my fifty
six Cadillac wipers slapping
time to this heart of mine.
I pull off side of bridge with tunes
strumming in my head with a bruised ego,
As Im so confused there’s no excuse about
this cruise of mine on the mountain side.
Copyright ©2007 Cheryl Byington
Living in mountains