Rolling along singing songs of time and rhyme
A man can not become a rolling stone But A man can, become.... Rolling and stoned Michael James Burkett. The stone in the road Fell loose from it’s groove, a worn out pair of farmer’s shoes Rolled to a place with no shade, The suns heat Welcome warmth, after two thousand years of Cow dung and clay The stone in the road Had no mother or father, thrown out by a fiery Volcano and its lava Through black, green and white veins, Copper blood flowed hot, Witnessing Beasts rip flesh from bones, The... Sign in to see full entry.