Had I crossed the pass Supported by a stick, I would have spared myself The fall from the horse.
The Narrow Road to the Deep North and Other Travel SketchesHere is a greedy man who keeps to himself The beautiful pears ripe in his garden.
The Narrow Road to the Deep North and Other Travel SketchesToday I am an unemployed writer living as a recluse in the great Northwoods.
The Unpeopled Season: Journal from a North Country Wilderness