Poetry Is A Diary Kept By A

Let Your Heart Look On White Sea Spray And Be Lonely. Love Is A Fool Star. You And A Ring Of Stars May Mention My Name And Then Forget Me. Love Is A Fool Star.

My First Stringed Instrument Was A Cigar Box Banjo Where I Cut And Turned The Pegs And Strung The Wires Myself.

Time Is A Great Teacher, Who Can Live Without Hope?

I Take You And Pile High The Memories. Death Will Break Her Claws On Some I Keep.

Hope Is An Echo, Hope Ties Itself Yonder, Yonder.