by Thomas Thornburg
MARY (First Voice):
Ride around the mill where the ghost flowers blow,
Go up to the glen where the sedges flow,
Pass by the bear grass, row on row,
Ride through the brambles, ride through the brake,
Ride up the swale to Dead Man Lake,
Step down easy, walk up slow,
Peer into the weir there and you will know.
TOM [...]
