Nov 2013
Upon the roots
of the Oak
I sat.
Joined by
the works of
Whitman and Kant.
Where I ate of the wild
until my heart grew fat.
And whispered,
"Yes... this is where I will hang my hat."
of the Oak
I sat.
Joined by
the works of
Whitman and Kant.
Where I ate of the wild
until my heart grew fat.
And whispered,
"Yes... this is where I will hang my hat."
