in a few rough logs laid side by side served for shovels and his knees nearly up to the dance the musician was an easy indulgent soul he loved his daughter better even than his pipe and like a midnight blast is owing to his being belated and in the twilight that hour so favorable to the lot of a pipe sank deep in the sumptuous time of autumn (C) 2026 Shane Cooper follow links in the poem, or start new path...