next to the toffee tree

That one?

She ain’t gunna be held down by no words

On no page!

Is like a rushing wind comin’ on up from the gulf

With a hurricane on her tails.

Trapped on a page! boy?

She is a dancer thats gots perfect feet

The fastest feet–

When she walks, she walks so her feet

Ain’t never touched the ground.

They just be resting there,

In the air, for a moment

Held by some magic

Then is gone

Cause’ she be movin on  

Gone to someplace deeper in,

Past on over the ridge

Where the trees grower thicker

And the air be colder…

I ain’t never been there,

But I know that one when she be passin’ by.