"Strangely enough, they have a mind to till the soil and the love of possession is a disease with them. These people have made many rules that the rich may break but the poor may not. They take their tithes from the poor and weak to support the rich and those who rule.”
~Tatanka Iyotanka (Sitting Bull)
The shack and a few treesfloat in the blowing fogI pull out your blouse,warm my cold handson your breasts.you laugh and shudderpeeling garlic by thehot iron stove. bring in the axe, the rake,the woodwe'll lean on the wallagainst each otherstew simmering on the fireas it grows darkdrinking wine.
Wishing I was back on those rolling plains right about now.