Home it was when water was near, wild in the Straits of Mackinac on The Island. Later it was anyplace where I heard the Oconee and Broad, their many branches, Stone Mountain, searching every line in granite to see the footprints of history. These lands around where I was born and grew to live most of my life wandering
Once at war with Creek and Cherokee, the British and then against one another.Īlways moon touched closest to the Suwanee, Chattahoochee, Chattooga Rivers, Many a’ time past I’ve seen this present before as savage, a catamount of me hunting. SAVAGE PEACE WORDS SHATTERING I NEED PEACE AFTER WOODS WALKING
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