antique sandy lived in the woods and she d go to the stream when the weather was good she d take down the washin for her old man to wear and she tried not to get eaten by the bear she d fly to the market in her worn out old balloon that she traded with the flyer for an antique silver spoon and when she got home she d cook upon the wooden stove and she d go to sleep and listen to the whispers of the grove at night she dreamed of places where she lived when she was young where the corn strip stretched for miles like a giant serpent s tongue electric lights and phone bells and every light insane like a hundred thousand hungry miles meeting at her brain i greet her in the morning when she wakes up in my arms and i tell her that i love her and i ll keep her free from harm i hold her close she matters she is all the world to me cause she s my antique sandy and she s in love with me