Carrying Out the Load

The forest green is ne’er too far

To intercept the evening star

The valley grove is none to deep

To interrupt their placid sleep

The world turns as stars shine bright

The moon then glows with light this night

The stars are masked, the moon’s faint ray

Then, the sun, hearkens the coming day

A narrow stream goes flowing by

A wispy cloud floats in the sky

The grove of trees stands in the air

A possum scurries, a hopping hare

A morning fire, they rub their hands
And hold their blankets, tight, in their