Now who goes, for like to love to take action,
to find the future, know how else.
It’s still the course no matter the man.
City sides, coasts and meadows,
in a meadows woods and snowy plains,
I depend that you will go out there,
tins and siding will be like gold,
and wood will be carried to the Lord.
Advertisements
Pingback: Book 2 - Table of Contents « New American Writing