[gentle music]
- Poet's Voice: My friend tree
I sawed you down
but I must attend
an older friend
the sun
[gentle vocalization]
I walked
on New Year's Day
beside the trees
my father now gone had planted
evenly following
the road
Each
spoke
Colours of October
Wait with easy dignity
For the big change-
Lie gorgeous quill-pens
In old inkwells
almost dry
[gentle music]