With prairies wide for cross and hills too high for climb, oh why does peace elude my wanting clutch – for when time to play and chasing leaves of autumn winds abound, the days of youth elude me now – and leave me longing for your single touch.
Mitch Battese, copyright 2013 (From Songs for Indian Medicine.)
If you’d like a free (while they last) poster as seen above, then leave a nice comment and then send me an email with your address and I’ll send you a poster like the one above. (Limited to only 20 posters. Thanks, Mitch