"…this experience has woke up the kid in me, and blamed if I can coax the little cuss to go to sleep again…” Owen Wister The Virginian
A mind, like a woodland from afar
can seem so silent and so unmarred.
Come travel within and hear my songs
mothering, holding, hushing, rocking.
So wild the motions and yet so mild
they’ve soothed both me and my wakened child.
First Foot Second Foot
a pictorial and lyrical chronicle
© td2 2013