In a Cabin I do Dwell,
With Bird and Tree for Friend.
I walk Amongst the Sunlit Rays;
Three Bean-Rows I do Tend.
I collect Flowers in my Hat.
Fox and Raccoon Know my Name.
I sketch Worm into my Notebook;
For Lichened Rock I do the Same.
From these Scant Sketches,
A book of Mine Shall Emerge.
Advocating a Life Like Mine,
Singing the Materialist's Dirge.
Suck Deep from the marrow of Life,
Simple, present, and Deliberate.
For a Life half-lived is one-half Dead -
You might as well be an Invertabrate!
~ Meg North