Crazy Richard's 100% Peanuts! CREAMY

What a bounty What a feast We’ll eat slowly for quite a while Filling bellies, laughing tears And when the mallet comes down on the the timpani The bum doesn’t rumble til the next one falls Rolling, building, true Looking out past horizon Some makes it all the way around Pouring over, spilling out Waterfalling from on high And when the mallet comes down on the marimba The tone waits for another to answer, and another When I was a child I played a little glockenspiel People are really out here Living so many lives Each one boundless in sweet touch And sand between toes And goodbyes never given And sights to behold And the first chill of air And pain, dull sharp fleeting scarring And familiar sounds in the morning And hunger And fear And doubt And longing When the mallet comes down on the gong The sound lingers longer than we expect Hanging in the air or in our ears, waiting… 8/10