I have come to lay my head
on green hills, to lay my body
in verdant valleys, to let my
fears dissipate like grey smoke
from distant camp fires. I have
come to be among the pine and
dogwood trees, to let the apple
blossoms soften my sadness.
The sinuous White River speaks:
"Deliver unto me your heartaches
and tribulations. Let my tributaries--
the creeks and streams, the rills
and rivulets--wash away your
worries. I shall brook no sorrows."

Copyright 2019 Tod Howard Hawks