Birch Book

Where are you going. Where have you been? Living a while inside your skin Another day, come what may You're on your way, with your feet of clay Wondering whay Wondering, my oh my Now living the day can make you sigh Where are going, where have you be

When the open sky meets the trail When the restless wind blows on the sail My listless leaves will flutter fall When the horizon's beckon calls The road is wide, the passage free The trip goes on and on endlessly Through all the ways to no return Sho

The wandering boy The wandering boy passing by Lifts his head to the birds in the sky Petals flitting by his face In May winds they are falling Falling with the breezes to the ground -Falling with the breezes to the ground The wandering boy with his

There will always be Young Souls that can't reform Tossed into life's storm They'll try their sails Before they will be forewarned When the going comes and just won't let you be How is it that you see What will enslave you,, what will set you free? T

Got no design on which to set my sight Got no mind for wrong or right Ain't got no line to set it straight Just some shoine to lay the light ON the page and pen with which I write A stray summer song The weather's fine if you're stopping by And I don

Train to Rome -- Birch Book I watch the silt of my desire Settle to an unquiet fire While my loaded feet watch the ways go by They will not roam on a train to Rome In the dark my mind unties With swollen thoughts of brown wide eyes Amid the rush, pos