There's a place up on the hill top <br />on a road with cat tails growing in water colored rust.. <br />No houses for miles, just catales <br />that we was leaving in a cloud of dust.. <br />Now there's a man named Silas <br />he lived on a road off to the right... <br />high upon anouther lonesome hill top <br />Silas often prayed benieth moon light. <br />His job was gone and he felt lost <br />didn't know where to turn or what to do <br />then a thought came 'Go get some cat tails <br />and trust a blessing will shine through..' <br />well Tommy woke up early and <br />by the time the sun went down.. <br />he had 80 nice sized bundels.. <br />And he he took them into town. <br />Well, the story it goes on and on <br />just like a fairy tale of old.. <br />He worked hard and made of lot <br />(them cat tales was like gold) <br />He didn't have one single thing <br />he knew to do but pray.... <br />every blessings answerd different <br />Cat tales was his that day..<br /><br />Connetta Jean<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lyric-cat-tail-road/
