From My Last Years. Published January 23, 2018 by suprusr 0 FROM my last years, last thoughts I here bequeath, Scatter’d and dropt, in seeds, and wafted to the West, Through moisture of Ohio, prairie soil of Illinois—through Colorado, California air, For Time to germinate fully. Related posts: Starting from Paumanok. As I Sat Alone by Blue Ontario’s Shores. Song of the Broad-Axe. Song of the Open Road. suprusr Published in Poems
