Where pray tell is Liza Rose That child for sure doth tarry By mire and wooded glade Akin to gale she blows The devil she would marry Hitch'in skirts...
The bench still stands in traveller's lane Where he sat and shared his world in vein Tales of journeys fuelled the air As the roads he travelled took...
This grain of sand Upon my hand Is portending this plea "I am but a fractious particle Once apart of mother sea I cannot change the universe I cannot...