Gold
Coins
Bottom
Of the sea
Surrounded by sharks
Soothing all those selfish desires
Formerly The Shamgar Report.
Just plain Sam
Had no other name
Dry as dirt
Smooth as silk
A hermit from unknown parts
He sang like a bird
Broken roads
In strawberry fields
Morning dew
Crickets sleep
A Coke-Cola billboard
On a distant hill
Eastern skies are clear and blue
Buzzard swarm seeking tragedy
Life’s travels have ups and downs
We come upon roads with sharp curves
Along with rolling green pastures
And towns that gone into decay
Occasionally a restored gas station
All within our great land
Aaron’s calf
Jeroboam’s calves
Israel
Faced judgement
They disobeyed God’s command
Feeling the Lord’s wrath