(i Measure Time By How A Body

I Came Where The River Ran Over Stones; My Ears Knew An Early Joy. And All The Waters Of All The Streams Sang In My Veins That Summer Day.

In A Dark Time, The Mind Begins To See.

God Bless The Roots! Body And Soul Are One.

The Fields Stretch Out In Long Unbroken Rows. We Walk Aware Of What Is Far And Close. Here Distance Is Familiar As A Friend. The Feud We Kept With Space Comes To An End.

The Poet: Would Rather Eat A Heart Than A Hambone.