Seems words have spurred
of the stories i read
the characters i drew
how probable and true
the rocks and marshes
futile with bushes dancing
lone warrior in the battle
no armour only cattle
the leaks of light
the hues and cry
the watery eyes
the smoky tongue
Burning furs
Sight Blurs
Hug a tree
Or die free
I do pray
until the mercy
slight near the poles
to save our souls