“my ceiling the sky, my carpet the grass,
my music the lowing of herds as they pass;
my books are the brooks, my sermons the stones,
my parson’s a wolf on a pulpit of bones.”
— allen mccanless (cowboy poet), 1885
i know ive already posted this, but it is too good not to post again.
(via cosmic-dust)
McCanless (cowboy poet),
McCanless (cowboy poet),
Allen McCanless,...From “The Cowboy’s Soliloquy”