Here I was at the end of America...no more land...and nowhere was nowhere to go but back
No fear or shame in the dignity of your experience, language, and knowledge.
Down in Denver, all I did was die.
February dawn -- frost on the path Where I paced all winter.
I petted the dogs who didn't argue with me ever. All dogs love God. They're wiser than their masters.
But why think about that when all the golden lands ahead of you and all kinds of unforseen events wait lurking to surprise you and make you glad you're alive to see?