DAVID
by Earle Birney (1904-1995)
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
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 ]
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