Pete Seeger
Pete Seeger
Pete Seeger
Pete Seeger
Pete Seeger
Pete Seeger
Pete Seeger
Pete Seeger
Pete Seeger
Pete Seeger
Pete Seeger
Pete Seeger
Pete Seeger
Pete Seeger
Pete Seeger
Pete Seeger
Pete Seeger
Pete Seeger
The spider, dropping down from twig
Unfolds a plan of her devising
A thin premeditated rig
To use in rising
And all that journey down through space
In cool descent and loyal hearted
She spins a ladder to the place
From where she started
Thus I, gone forth as spiders do
In spider's web a truth discerning
Attach one silken thread to you
For my returning