Roger Hilleboe:
What are the roots that clutch,
Roger Hilleboe:
You cannot say, or guess, for you know only
Roger Hilleboe:
where the sun beats,
Roger Hilleboe:
And The Dead Tree Gives No Shelter,
Roger Hilleboe:
the cricket no relief,
Roger Hilleboe:
Your shadow at morning rising to meet you;
Roger Hilleboe:
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
Roger Hilleboe:
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
Roger Hilleboe:
Later Among The Sycamores...
Roger Hilleboe:
Surrounded By Limestone Walls
Roger Hilleboe:
Green, Brown, Blue, and a Purple Thread
Roger Hilleboe:
A Limestone Sink Formed Eons Ago