One, two, three, four. . All the way to grandma's house I stayed on the narrow path. But my brother wandered off deep into the woods. Bitten twice by rattle snakes, tangled up in poison oak.
The volunteers were tired. Heads were hanging low. The news had spoiled their appetite. For stuffing envelopes. . Twelve points was an awful lot to be down in the polls.
I could hear the church bells ringing. They pealed aloud Your praise. The member's faces were smiling. With their hands out stretched to shake. . It's true they did not move me.