Dana Falconberry
Dana Falconberry
Dana Falconberry
Dana Falconberry
Dana Falconberry
Dana Falconberry
Dana Falconberry
Dana Falconberry
Dana Falconberry
Dana Falconberry
Dana Falconberry
Dana Falconberry
Dana Falconberry
Dana Falconberry
And when my eyes fell upon a deer trail
Raised my face skyward and lifted my heart higher
My weakened arms full, I laid down like barrows [?]
The coming winter a quiet harbinger
I heard you'd been there in that thirsty air
[?]
Sault Ste Marie