[Jerusha Abbott]
The rain in Lock Willow
Comes down like tears
Then a moon appears
Over the meadow
Here in Lock Willow
A mockingbird sings
With a murmur he pines his libretto

I wander the hillside
In silence and wonder
Surrounded by wide open space
I've never been free
Just to wander the hillside
I've only been in one place

Here in Lock Willow
I sit and I write
By the light of my own inspiration
Here in Lock Willow
The sky is my muse
And the lilies my standing ovation

[Jervis Pendleton]
I love to wander the hills
I shape my character's thoughts
As I go
Then I watch to see which way she goes
[Jerusha Abbott]
I spend all my days now
In thoughtful reflection
Pondering poems and prose
I point my protagonist
In one direction
Then watch to see which way she goes

Here in Lock Willow
I'm happy and free
And I can't wait to see
Who I'll grow up to be
But wherever I go
I feel certain to know
I'll carry Lock Willow with me