Bokelskere.no

Rules makes outlaws
In the world of men I am an outlaw
On this mountain there are no rules
I can think for myself

Spring has passed, summer is near
I like to work naked in the garden
The young corn is knee high and strong
The pumpkins have their first flowers
These old bones are happy in the heat
My skin tinges from the sun
Poppies ablaze, winter is a thousand miles away
I love to play in the sunshine!

Pull weeds...gather fruit
Chop wood...carry water
Working naked in the sunshine
Where is heaven if not here?

There are white clouds in the blue sky
Molten puppies blaze in the green fields
A wandering breeze stirs the fragrant pines
The busy world is busy being busy
I have no place to go, nothing to do, no one to be