There is no gilding of setting sun or glamor of poetry to light up the ferocious and endless toil of the farmers' wives.
My recollection of a hundred lovely lakes has given me blessed release from care and worry and the troubled thinking of our modern day. It has been a return to the primitive and the peaceful.
Been Primitive Troubled
Whenever the pressure of our complex city life thins my blood and numbs my brain, I seek relief in the trail; and when I hear the coyote wailing to the yellow dawn, my cares fall from me - I am happy.
Coyote Pressure Life