of great substance and sensibility.
Substance and sensibility?
You bet! You bet!
…remember to start worrying
about the man-a-treetop
when his roots are up...
Know what, son?
Don’t pressure my man-a-treetop
unless you have the balls
to play the game, yes, game.
Just come around the bend;
corner this register within
bulwarks of our living ends.
Living ends?
Would you it was?
Adieu, friends, adieu, now and then…
Man-a-treetop never forgets
friends with fiery hearts,
with tap-roots to inner earth;
nor foes with loose wings
and hanging twigs.
« return.