Haunting Thoreau Poem by Stan Petrovich

He was burly, thick of thigh,
And could construct
Meeeting costcutting demands.
More, he could write like the devil,
Accounting the country.
And he had a Pond.

But I have a shack
And a rivulet fresh,
Only lemongrass extract
-(I smell like a grove) -
Deer are out there, and one bear
At least.
I have my music playing on Mp3.
Ravel: how did he come up with that?

Still Thoreau haunts the woods to the south.
Maybe all the woods of the world.
He can write evenly and quickly.