down the woodland road
yellow birch - sugar maple
brightness brown and blown away
careful columns/count the pairs
with one swift glance,
decisions were made
packed up, and we headed for land
I don't know - but I want to
I don't know - but I want to
I tripped up, on deeds to the place
they all said no
the sun was at stake
towards change, and rough inclement
follow birth roads - through eight rotations