In The Wildness
A man gets off the bus and goes ahead,
With a green painting easel on his back.
Winds are blowing dust and sand,
And his hair stands up on end.
The passengers on the bus say:
"No scenic spot along that way."
"The land there is barren and bleak,
Except a dried up spring of a creek."
The man, all alone walks straight ahead,
With a green painting easel on his back.