A Swagman of the Stars
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A Swagman of the Stars

by Paul Hall, 20th of April, 1986, Tenant Creek, Australia.

It takes a walk to hear the rocks a-laden all with iron,

sing their song beneath my feet as I search this vast environ.

But here's a verse beyond all words, of wind and crickets writ,

that searches out beyond all hope and passes poet's wit.

For men remained in "emeralds" of English country towns,

but I, a swagman of the stars, go searching all around

and in the recollections, a mystery is begun.

I clench the crust of natural shapes of red and rusty stone,

and in it's shape it teaches me the earth is not my home.

Nor yet the pressures of mankind with delicacy dear

can I conform to with my mind, nor give in to their fear.

--Fine art, digital art, music, several voice introductions by me about my work, articles about my artwork and other topics such as sociology, the cosmos, economics, education, medicine, mathematics, poetry, humor, something I call premonitions, and a series about covered bridges, all by yours truly, the webmaster, Paul A.L. Hall. There are feedback, a website search engine, and exhaustive contents pages. Plus my weblogs are on site, an art school and classes.

I clench the crust of natural shapes of red and rusty stone,...

...and in it's shape it teaches me the earth is not my home.