I Run By Rosie Thomas
I run I run far from

You to the apple tree in my yard

With my dress all bundled up in my hands

Dirt on my feet I am dreaming again

I run I run I run far from

You to the lilac tree in my yard

no more swing set for the girl who is all grown up

no more tea parties parades or mothers in love

I hold my breath past the cemetery

My brother wins he can hold it much longer then me

Gravel roads make car keys rattle on steering wheels

Children and horses old barns and old automobiles

I run I run I run far from

You to the watered streets of Oregon

With a coffee cup half full in my hands

And Im praying my savior would

Just place a gun in my hands

I run I walk I lie far from

Freaks and lying cheats on the tip of my tongue

The moon hides in the sky behind rows of tree tops

And Im wishing I was somewhere up there

With the mermaids and stars

I run I run far from

Reality to escape who Ive become

Insanity is close at my back

And Im getting rather numb from the snakes

Who have blurred my vision