written when I was 8 years old...can you tell? :)
THESE ARE MY SENTEMENTS AND AWE FOR SUCH A COLOROFUL AND DELIGHTFUL TIME OF THE YEAR.
Company Sarn't Major Collin Price and I shared a ciggarette, on Goat Ridge. He explained first light to me.
This is one in a continuing series of desert poems. Um, maybe I should do a volume of desert poems. Anyone?
