[DM Stith]
The woods behind that sprawling farm
Above that ranging home
Was somewhere no one ever went
Unless to be alone
[Padma Newsome]
The wren would sing, the grouse would fly
A fox a flash of red
A peaceful place of moss and flowers
In an untouched woven bed
[DM Stith]
Who was that girl that entered there
Who crossed that thorny turf?
She brought with her just rope and will
To end her time on Earth
[Padma Newsome]
We did not know her face or name
Just rendered in our minds
But the birds would sing the strangest song
As we rode by on our bikes