Through meadow tracks beside the stream which winds from where the forest burned my father's boot soles yet persist as common as the silty springs and confident they lead the way to all the places trout have been It is as if he left his print upon my heart to serve as sight
beside the stream
which winds
from where the forest burned
my father's boot soles
yet persist
as common as the silty springs
and confident
they lead the way
to all the places
trout have been
It is as if he left his print
upon my heart
to serve as sight