I met a man from Arkansas
Who never seemed to move his jaw
He sat around through most the day
And never had a thing to say
He usually stared off into space
Without expression on his face
What he was thinking no one knew
For his words were precious few
His eyes looked staring at what I could not view
An invisible world to me and you
Sometimes I thought of what he might see
And then it all came clear to me
I suddenly knew just what he saw
The golden fields of Arkansas
It’s forests filled with tall pine trees
Were there for him but not for me
Where I saw nothing but a wall
He saw his trees both proud and tall
Where I just saw just a plain white ceiling
He saw skies wide and un-yielding
He may have had a good idea
For our minds suffered daily here
On the other hand with his slack jaw
He left his mind in Arkansas
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