What I Saw But Did Not Hear

Where the most beautiful wild flowers grow, there mans spirit is fed and poets grow. - Thoreau

uncorked drunken words

thin laughter stands and staggers

verity giggled

Author's Note

"I long for wildness, a nature which I cannot put my foot through, woods where the wood thrush forever sings, where the hours are early morning ones, and there is dew on the grass, and the day is forever unproved, where I might have a fertile unknown for a soil about me." - Thoreau