One day a poem stood at my doorstep
and I let it come in to get warm and dry...

Lord, were is my blessing
Well, I now pick a lot of...

Yes, words are
the magic elixir...

Standing near the
deepest part of...

Dear Lord, how do I make
a covenant with this poem...

The roar and thunder from
ocean waves crashing...

If I should say, what
brings me to this well...

I am not going to let this world stress me out...
Folks are killing each other for no reason at all...

Yeah, just grab an old rusty shovel, a case of Bud...
Yeah, they got all kinds of words that I cain't...

Welcome to
My little cottage...

A sea of Blue Mountains
As far as the eyes can see...

Beneath you
are blades of grass...