A Poem for David Schubert

Went to the valley and it was green went to the valley
  red to the vineyard and found the grapes went to the vineyard

why don't you thank your fortune why don't you let down your hair?
  Walked the road, snake-shaped road walked to the doorstep for water.

May I have some water, good doorstep, may I have my friend has left
  me for a cold cup of water for a cold cup of water he why

don't you write your name on my doorstep when the sun is the sun again?
  Winter came and he was no longer a friendship why not write down your

went to the valley to the clear-cold valley when the sun was the sun he says
  a stranger is the gift of water and his grey eyes are the only ones to believe.

Stranger, may I have your hand or a mirror, dear, may I have a word
  of advice? Went to the valley and it was a red went to the valley white.

A long-legged deer stood by the roadside and drank his crystal waters.
  May I have your soft step or a mirror, deer, may I have a word of advice?

Come sit by the waters and feel the breeze and let down your hair, my dear,
  Write your name on my doorstep write your name on this roadside
                                                                              for the sun is the sun again.

Copyright © 2009 Sandra Simonds All rights reserved
from Warsaw Bikini
Bloof Books
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission