I said alone!” He nodded in agreement. “Aye, you usually say that, and I still stay. It’s our way.
A Hunger Like No OtherDo you ever go back?" Ruthann nods, "When I need to remember where I came from, or where I'm headed.
Vanishing ActsAll-cheering Plenty, with her flowing horn, Led yellow Autumn, wreath'd with nodding corn." [ ]
Complete Poems and Songs of Robert Burns