Points of View
I sit and describe a grassy knoll;
You sit and describe a nasty fall.
I sit and describe the toll of a bell;
You sit and describe how you have been ill.
I sit and tell you the places I've been;
You sit and tell me the sadness you've seen.
You tell me this sadness remains where you wander;
I sit and sigh and say, "God, It's no wonder!"
By Sherry Dedman-Sherritt