|The husband of Dear Love
|When I was coming my way home through the
, from the
house of Dear Love
, I saw more chipmunks and I saw her husband. He was fixing a log. His hat -- it was not on him. It was on a stump a little way away. He was most busy. His sleeves were up in a roll
his arms' middle. He made bends over as he did work at that log. A little fern by his foot had its growing up to the
on the legs of his overalls. The sun did come in between the grand trees, and it did shine upon his head. I so do like to see the sun shine upon the hair of the husband of Dear Love. I kept most still as I did go along, and I did look looks back. The sunbeams yet did shine upon his head.
Center for Electronic Studying, University of Oregon.
February 6, 2003.