Poetry: A Sliver Of The Moon Lost

If I Added To Their Pride Of America, I Am Happy.

Let The Gentle Bush Dig Its Root Deep And Spread Upward To Split The Boulder.

We Don't Have To Think Up A Title Till We Get The Doggone Book Written.

Gather The Stars If You Wish It So Gather The Songs And Keep Them. Gather The Faces Of Women. Gather For Keeping Years And Years. And Then... Loosen Your Hands, Let Go And Say Good-bye. Let The Stars And Songs Go. Let The Faces And Years Go. Loosen Your Hands And Say Good-bye.

The People Will Live On.the Learning And Blundering People Will Live On.