The roses are blue, and the
mountains are high. The birds
will sing. And the coyotes will
cry. Down, down in the mountains was the
darkness rise in the forest where the
coyote cries.
Written by my son, Hunter, on July 11, 2009, when his sister Tara was born.
He was feeling inspired!
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