I
                             -- and she went and came
       As it begins I reach
           still       the forest
             worn as the seal
              worn as the ring
      touching hand, praising this hand
    II
                             -- and gleaned in the fields
      With this I came 
      as the child, with no wasted time
      no weapon of the mighty, no coal of juniper & so proudly watches
      from the rooftop, the tiny face & sheet-like hair
      the sunlit hair of the northern woman
    III
                             -- after the reapers
       with this little time I do not question on tired mind
      this worn time of your presence.  So I returned & considered
          those who leave
                  a song
            those who leave the song
    
                                         -Feb 1975
                                          Northland