I carried a fagot upon my back,
Climbing the mountain higher.
Set it in between some rocks,
And built myself a fire.
And there I bundled up alone,
Communing with the night.
Far from the place that I called home,
Up in those desolate heights.
When morning came I started down,
Thinking clearer, my soul renewed.
My mind thrilled, with the absence of sound,
And with new courage now imbued.
1016/10 Alton Texas
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