Singing A Johnny Cash Locus Song For Me! Poem by Mark Heathcote

A ganging ocean washed over me
When I was young, I was already old
When I loved, it was a careless love
That washed over me.

Yes, it was a ganging mountain range
That stood and stamped around me
So I grownup hard and estranged
And my heart I short shrift upon the wind
Like a rank mouldy dank potpourri.
And my soul with the emptiness of a shell I assigned
A cry and oh how I cried…
Until my own ganging oceans ran dry.

But the deserts I took rest bite in
They were all too cold even for me
To sojourn in, so, I walked as a wry vagrant
And followed the eastern sun in the sky
Way up high until again a storm unfolded
And a ganging ocean washed over me
Singing a Johnny Cash locus song for me!

Oh a ganging ocean washed over me
When I was young, I was already old
When I loved, it was a careless love
That washed over me.

Yet it was that baptism fire that made me
And made that Johnny Cash locus sing for me
So don’t weep don’t feel sorry for me
Because like the mountain waves that are born
To swallow, me under there waves with you.
To the sound of a Johnny Cash locus song
You know it won’t be long till that tide turns around
And then there’ll be no more reason to feel drown.

Oh a ganging ocean washed over me
When I was young, I was already old
When I loved, it was a careless love
That washed over me
But now I am free…
But now I am free…
But now I am free…