In the Field ForeverSun’s a roaring dandelion, hour by hour.Sometimes the moon’s a scythe *, sometimes a silver flower.But the stars! All night long the stars are clover,Over, and over, […]
In the Field ForeverSun’s a roaring dandelion, hour by hour.Sometimes the moon’s a scythe *, sometimes a silver flower.But the stars! All night long the stars are clover,Over, and over, […]