(Poem #366 on new numbering scheme)
Far out in open country where dogs run, and creatures fight each other with their sticks, and piles of bones lie scattered here and there beneath the trees... there I will take a rest.
(Poem #366 on new numbering scheme)
Far out in open country where dogs run, and creatures fight each other with their sticks, and piles of bones lie scattered here and there beneath the trees... there I will take a rest.