QUESTIONS


If I could brush the cobwebs from my eyes,
What could I see?
If I could roll the boulder from my path,
What would I be?




DISTRUST


He walks the safest way;
There must be no thistles on his path.
He knows all men are clay.
If truth wears feathers in her cap,
They must be plucked away,
That all may proven be.




COUNTING


The morning sun casts purple in the fields,