Eliza Gilkyson Wildewood Spring
in the building block canyons the urban survivors
are trapped in the gridlock of 9 to 5 thing
burning their candles while gas engines idle
they long for revival in wildewood spring
come down where the wild birds sing
come down where the water’s clean
down in the wildewood spring
post grads from west texas, hippies from manor
float with the rednecks as kids do their thing
first nations linger with the ghost of john traynor
in the deep waters of wildewood spring
come down…
I remember the first time I knew I could love him
and this would be more than a vow and a ring
with the last rays of hope and the blue sky above him
he flung himself into the wildewood spring
come down…
