To wander barefoot ovet the earth - Is there a greater joy ?

Alongside the bank my way I pick
without a shot-gun-just with a stick,
My soul and eyes open wide-like a boy...

So I'm still eager to go
to the parts full of wonder
and good where I once used to grow,
Where it's seven
vests up to heaven,
All the way through one big,
thick thoughts and dream.