I walk through the amber
waves of grain with no particular place to go, through the great forests that
serve as home to the animals. I look up to the blue sky and watch the clouds
pass and change peacefully without contention. I haven’t got a dime to my name
but I am rich in a more important way. From the mountains to the valleys from
one ocean to another I wander; write some poetry here and there and paint the
beautiful pictures in my mind to be treasured forever.
