All Over the Fields

I found peace with the scorching Heat of the winter against the immense sunsets! Through the huge animal's bones as if it were a sense of personal freedom such as the chilling-spirit. Here I found the given mother, twinning waterfalls, which, all beavers and done, the hole land is reflected to you through my incensed eyes! But when I sought the hawk, along the hunting past, I found the blanket, Powder, Tobaccoes, Knives, trappers and fur, entwining before me the immense shaft of this peaceful spot! Ah! clear in the funky river, the soul, our soul! the sweet water to the bone, opening high the evil-tempered past, the struggle golden mass, with unnatural bloom. who comes no more.