Bell Hammer Song



In a spruce tree grove
burning sticks a stove
By a hemlock cove
trout his treasure trove

"Life a thought or dream, thus it would so seem
 or a point of view, thus it could be true" 

On the ash below
turtle shells aglow
Cracking the lines show
where his way will go

"Death a night of sleep, thus it should be deep  
or a twist of fate, thus it could be late"

In the cedar smoke
prodding with a poke
Under clouds he woke
to a thunder stroke

"Life a time of change, thus it could be strange
 or a mark or sign, thus it would be mine"
 
With the storm to goad
ice and sleet forebode
Breaking a geode
quartz his mother lode

Death a  or verse, thus it could be worse
or a , thus it  could be void"

In a damp grotto
drifting banks of snow
Frostbit thumb to toe
nothing left to know