June  1988        

                    The seeds of clover were sown,
                    the kernels of my soul were grown.

                    Grew I through food and fear,
                    through Nature's land far and near.

                    Grew I, rooted in hill and vail,
                    till uprooted, born by road and rail.

                    Among the mountains and the streams,
                    in and out of all the earthly seams,
                    up and down the heavenly beams,
                    melted, molded I by myriad steams.

                    Sculptured by the seasons,
                    listening to Nature's reasons,
                    Grew I, rooted in the ether.