this is about a stag running through the woods, running for his life,and some of the elements of his world are told in the way he sees them.
first version written on 5/18/2004
final version written on 5/19/2004
posted on 5/19/2004
I'd like to make one comment. some of the sounds you're hearing in this poem are thoughts.
written on 5/18/2004 posted on 5/19/2004
Uh-huh.
I love you chris
