and I liked this one

we we bushwhacked

and father yelled

and water cuts deep the dirt

and the abstraction of nature is my theme i say

and woof

did this tree measure up

and there was a decline in mistletoe out east

and we were errant disciples

and this trunk reminds make me wish i could look similar

And some bushes are eatable

and it would freeze hard in the shade

and the air was freezing

and I had walked these shadowed lines before

and the dog's tooth was granite

and the shallow was first to dry

and I couldn't remember the rain or the sea

and the veins became capillaries

and I had forgotten the color of the the desert

and there had been bombs dropped nearby

and that night there would be eggnog

and I was looking through plastic

and the night before I was merry

and the mountains above the clouds

and I was above the mountain