Out Of Circle Poem by Ellias Anderson Jr.

The mountains around that holy place
Were singing the songs of their base
They were happy, they had no fear
They were strong, and they were dear
The Lord love them do
And they make the snares undo
They also prevented the Eden
And the sound of Mr. Eden
How nice, what the nice feeling
The lord is there, just for feeding
Here is heaven, here is Zion, here is high
Here you can hear the evil's bye!
Here is not a cage, here is not a circle, , here is a garden
Here is no sign of any Garcon
Every one is free, with out laws
We see nothing such a daw! (Lazy person)
Here every thing is on bored
Because they are all made by the lord!