Once with Nellie Ida one magpie day - we're walking the mud road together. I'm wishing the yellow bonnet of sun would stay on the day's head. And while I'm walking, I'm listening to the song she sings. And I pretend I'm holding her hand. I'm leading her past the green uprisings of grass. I'm trying to make the day last. I'm holding springtime in my hand, and summer, an unheard, unseen bird. hasn't got wings yet; hasn't discovered its song.
Questions, unquestioned discoveries, and answers in parable and rhyme…. This collection records a journey starting with a 1960s retrospective and the first man on the moon, moving to a new millennium welcomed in with a terrorist spin, family crises,
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