Glass ornament

In hand

Pine in the air

Don't scream at dusty cars

Our ears ain't here

Around the block

The guy fishes

Small bass and brim

In the wood's spring ponds

You walked unmarked trails

And crossed creeks over dams

Into which snakes slivered

Tiny fish in the spring

When you are alone

You sing

Because

The woods

Are made

For roaming

So was the girl

With dark hair

That we found there

And named her

Stormy

We played pool in the closed biker bar

The bouncer came by and wanted his club

But you locked the door and ran for the trees

Because you didn't trust him (you were a flighty teen)

So when handsome mike and jimmy stoped by

They had to wait till the key arrived

But you were still hiding