Emily Dickinson

The farmhouse was overtaken

By vines and The Snake

Hooked on fancy power

The acres seemed to ache

Pursued by floating rebels

They'd take us if they could

I thought the spell of country living

Would do my spirits good

Emily Dickinson

Won't you

Lay your hand out low

Staring out the window pane

There's so much more to know

Emily Dickinson

Up on the down in Victoria black

Let's watch the white clouds run

With the cool grass on our backs

The dormouse was mistaken

There was no cord or veil

The attic and the cellar

Were but jaws of a bear

The hunter was the quarry

All tangled in the wood

I thought the spell of country living

Would do my spirits good

Emily Dickinson

Won't you

Lay your hand out low

Staring out the window pane

There's so much more to know

Emily Dickinson

Up on the down in Victoria black

Let's watch the white clouds run

With the cool grass on our backs

Disembodied gentry

Gathered round my door

Your electrical habits

Aren't welcome here anymore

That day I left

With a locket and glove

Keepsakes lest I forget

A woman by the name of

Emily Dickinson

Won't you

Lay your hand out low

Staring out the window pane

There's so much more to know

Emily Dickinson

Up on the down in Victoria black

Let's watch the white clouds run

With the cool grass on our backs

Emily Dickinson

Trade your linen for a rose

Born to the valley where

The wild ganja grows

Emily Dickinson

Won't you

Lay a hand down low

Staring out the window pane

There's so much more to know