Arkansas Public Policy Panel (Buffalo River, Arkansas) It's personal, this river, this life source, it is personal to all! I, however, can only speak for myself! Not another's words about Me and what I say or think, but MY TRUTH regarding the flowing river and its trough of elixir! I am not angry, I am sorrowful, yet I most certainly take responsibility! New breath, old patience, youth’s goodness and human love, the communal tides of flesh and bone reaching out to another like the freshness of life’s green cover. These speak to me if I but listen. This may ooze from me like sap or surge from me like storms, yet, another way, the one that waits on me to live, is to allow them to move through me at a pace, like the tempo found nestled in a symphony of nature, of animal, of myself, the one that moves within me, within the shadowy wits of my human kind. The things that are given freely, the earth, life, love, I've smothered with my covetous prayers, wasted with a te...
(The Weaver's Song)