Jim Harrison

he knew his time had come embraced it reluctantly and completely in his way with pen in hand poised over paper words seemed to come easily for him and he used them to describe the mystery of beauty and resilience of life in all he saw around him the world could not contain him his print pressed the earth with all the force of energy and will he could summon from a body slowly wracked and weakened with pain but he persisted and endured as he gradually wore it down until the pain became too hard to bear so he sat alone in his cabin trembling and fearless while light slowly ebbed into darkness and silence ruled the hour in his honor