We arrived as hero’s. I had shot such deer before, but never without an adult. My aunt’s cook, Robin, who in truth ruled the house, spied William’s fish. He made such a commotion over the fish that Will surprised me by giving it to him.
I was sitting in a large moss covered oak tree on the bank of a creek just small enough to babble and just large enough to have pools. The roots by the creek were quite well exposed and through the windows that the roots framed, I could see fish swim and hunt and hide. […]
Let not this mad shepherd taint history,
By drawing lines tween stars misunderstood.
He declares for all time no defense none,
For the feverish dream this poem proceeds.
Let not a shepherd who himself straying,
Make trails that lead far […]