Moving up on Monticello,
the land rolls up.

Middle plain of the state,
the road waking up,
shakes itself around.

A spur of rolling land,
writhing road an hour long,
then down again.


Tobesofkee
                                                     (streams)
Ulcohatchee



Upatoi.

Auchumpkie                        (creek)


The road a channel he moves within;
he sees it passing through the cuts,

red banks
and tree walls,

maybe most of all
the row of old evergreen
shrubs along the road,

the home they once
(well-aged)
surrounded.