![]() ![]() ![]() When I could hear and smell, see the California Pacific my American soul was born,Įverything was big, the waves, the tales, the trees and then the strangest, Yeah.įunniest creature alive I saw while walking alone in the Mendocino ocean side forests.Įlectric celestial yellow snail by my left boot there beside the ferns waiting to greet me, 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 where the moon touched closest to the Suanne, Dog and Yellow River, Many a’ time past I’ve seen this present before as savage, a catamount of me hunting. ![]()
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