contemporary poetry

birds against the april wind
sleep sweetly in your humble graves
had he and i but met
why so sad my lovely one?
of sun nor stars
often i think of the beautiful town
it tells of good old times
i love to steal awhile away
with her hair flaying wildly
let us express our baser passions
the old west, the old time
tell me
i never knew the earth had so much gold
as it