Marker 26

04:33
Doug Spears
2007-07-00
Doug Spears

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Marker 26 ©2007 Doug Spears At the mouth of the river, Sunrise to sundown, Just a beat up old pontoon boat with bait traps scattered ‘round Marker 26 sure ain’t anything like Park Place, But that’s where Bonnie’s found her heart and a special kind of grace. Bonnie was a sculptor, a rising New York star, Her pieces sold for a tidy price, it seemed that she’s go far, But the New York life wore Bonnie thin and she moved back south to stay, Then a storm blew through in ‘93 and swept it all away. Nothing left of her life’s work, too late to start again, So her hands turned to a simple trade and set her soul to mend, She found herself in the sacrifice and she found herself in the fear, And she found herself in a courage that would dry away her tears. At the mouth of the river, Sunrise to sundown, Just a beat up old pontoon boat with bait traps scattered ‘round Marker 26 sure ain’t anything like Park Place, But that’s where Bonnie’s found her heart and a special kind of grace. Life ain’t always easy and life ain’t always hard, It sure as hell ain’t always fair and you’re bound to get some scars, Bonnie’s surely had her share of tragedies and trials, And she’s learned its not how far you’ve come, its what you’ve done with the miles. At the mouth of the river, Sunrise to sundown, You’ll find a beat up old pontoon boat just hangin’ around, Marker 26 sure ain’t anything like Park Place, But that’s where Bonnie’s found her heart and a special kind of grace. Island Bait at Marker 26, and Bonnie’s special kind of grace.