There is a rock on Nantucket
It lies an unmarked cuboid
Of no notable size
At the edge of the forest
Where Quiase Pastures ends
Where wind and sand may blow
Ten generations of bear feet
To stand on an unmarked rock.
There is a rock on Nantucket
It lies an unmarked cuboid
Of no notable size
At the edge of the forest
Where Quiase Pastures ends
Where wind and sand may blow
Ten generations of bear feet
To stand on an unmarked rock.