Chickens scratching leaves and straw
Release the essence of the fall
Tickling maple fountains
Behind the snowy mountains
Sitting with my pen in hand
Listening to a piece of land
Watching branches play
With the light of passing day
If we go to sleep tonight
Our pillow cradle inner light
If we breathe the morn
We will be reborn
And when the spruce guitar awakes
The iron core of earth with shake
The song will carry way
Those words from yesterday
From the page of chicken scratch
A peeping melody will hatch
A song being born
Like the tossing of the corn
Sing this melody with me
Swaying like the windy trees
Whispering their thanks
On the lazy river banks
And as the sun moves cross the sky
The light will filter to our eyes
And move my mind again
To the markings of the pen.....to the paper
Chicken scratch and leaves and straw
Release the essence of the fall
