How does it feel
Having a best friend that sincerely loves you...

You must know I like my country,
Life here is simple...

My life is a baby boy
Born on Monday...

Your thoughts are not too heavy for your heart
It is only foolery that makes it seem so...

The pope occupies Peter's porch
John Paul II...

A spade is in my hand
Dirty spade in my hand...

In my quiet moments
I write...

My foes are all round me
Try to hem me in...

Hear again the sobs
Perceive the demure...

He was his mother's son
Before he joined the army...

We go scavenging
In the wee hours of morning...

Mama, what must you have been thinking
As the plane entered the marsh...