"Toast to Hannah"
young Hannah was a travelin' child
born to a call of an ancient wild
queen of another highway line
stickin' her thumb out most of the time
looking like a wildflower in the sun on the side of the road though
she never be quick to admit she know so
bearing the foot of a soul sewn new
a smile way too hard to see
like a blind man tryin 'to eye a rain drop
on top an ol' redwood tree
the curve of a lost child and
voice of nervousness
unlike any girl I've ever met
now and since
if you're ever looking for a travelin' book
just look at the road young Hannah took
there you'll see foot prints o' black
shinnin' like obsidian and sharp as glass
to feel sorrow married to freedom
just watch young Hannah's
shackles and path
Seamus Fitzgerald
copyright 2010
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