Friday, April 3, 2009
Go to the winds of learning and sow the seeds so sweet,
They blow away like the dust under your feet;
Blowing, blowing away like the spring and summer
And all in-between, all of the drummer.
We are steak and all-burger in this winning sun,
Inside the seasons of joy there is winter and autumn, devotion.
May the widow of sacred spring be better for it,
It is summer just begun, for those who admit.
I live with learning of the winds,
In the way I have begun with the woodwinds.