high-tuned radio blasts blowin thru
low stretchin clouds
thru freshly swathed midwest trails
from StLouie to Montana,
starting anywhere
thru northcountry lake filled promiselands
sata…
sata…
Omshanti om…
there just ahead on the right lane
passing,
a treelined nature stroll
drifting down
this continuous green sea of rolling on
we will cross these promiselands
so golden brown this October season,
this northcountry forever rooted here,
offering up its fruits
savory like blueberry pie
9/27/73