My good friend Michael Gause was kind enough to share this poem.
The wisdom of oak
and a hunter’s rhythm
tobacco, sweat and
that patience rising
like dust to join
low creek fog,
the sunrise just beyond
My good friend Michael Gause was kind enough to share this poem.
The wisdom of oak
and a hunter’s rhythm
tobacco, sweat and
that patience rising
like dust to join
low creek fog,
the sunrise just beyond