I Gently Pulled On The Cow's Nipples;
the udder hung heavy and low.
She had carried this painful burden for too long a time,
since Normandy, since D-Day. Now I'm a city boy,
never touched a cow, but the cow is patient and grateful.
Lenore, My Life, My Love
She whistled then hummed my music.
I laughed knowing she is happy.
I knew the music meant little.
It is the response
Ephitaph For A Dreamer
The great Spirit created the sky, the waters, land,
mountain, man and woman.
You know, Bill, forbidden fruit didn't ruin
the happy hunting ground;