DAVID • by Earle Birney 1

DAVID by Earle Birney (1904-1995) I David and I that summer cut trails on the Survey, All week in the valley for wages, in air that was steeped In the wail of mosquitoes, but over the sunalive week-ends We climbed, to get from the ruck of the camp, the surly Poker, the wrangling, the snoring under the fetid Tents, and because we had joy in our lengthening coltish Muscles, and mountains for David were made to see over, Stairs from the valleys and steps to the sun's retreats.        [  >>>>>   FORWARD  ] [Distillate © HA&L + Earle Birney  |  {from the Greek bios} -- the course of a life.] [One Muddy Hand, Harbour Publishing • The Essential Earle Birney, The Porcupine's Quill.]