Gianna

I am from the hills and early spring
A place where all kinds of birds can sing

Souls of cowboys roam the plains
Coyotes howl the Natives names

The spirits of both now dwell in me
Their hopeless romance longs to be free

Thus I send these words somewhere west
Wishing a beauty a lover’s best

Her name brings peace to my mind
Her words light fire to my heart
She is not like many you will find
She is a god, a myth, a work of art