In Woods Where Many Rivers Run

Narrated by Jennifer Lagier

California

In Woods Where Many Rivers Run

In woods where many rivers run

                       among the unbent hills

and fields of our childhood

        where ricks and rainbows mix in memory

although our ‘fields’ were streets

                 I see again those myriad mornings rise

when every living thing

                                          casts its shadow in eternity

     and all day long the light

                                        like early morning

                         with its sharp shadows shadowing

                                                                  a paradise

                              that I hardly dreamed of

                                                    nor hardly knew to think

            of this unshaved today

                          with its derisive rooks

         that rise above dry trees

                                   and caw and cry

       and question every other

                   spring and thing