Val July

Val, my tender sleepless ducklings,
who were crushed by highway passions,
Val, my thunder frustrations, my lack of patience,
is not a pool as admirable as Gods.
Val, my hundred acre tree line, my thousand mile sweaty bed, my million mile mind,
which quickly speed me around the globe,
Val July, Val Greenwood, to a pleasant sleep.

-W.C. Smith