He sculpts spirits.
He saw them somebody told me.
Those are carved from ash and oak.
So I wanted to meet him.
They are forest spirits, those two.
They were sitting in the trees.
At the foot of the mountain.
They looked just like that.
They were friendly.
They welcomed him.
They don't treat everyone that way.
Some people they scare off.
They moan and creak.
They shriek and sigh.
Their voices seem to come from everywhere.
From high up or way over there.
The mountain is their home.
They keep it that way.
It's not your average place.
The Indians avoided it.
(Article changed on March 20, 2019 at 14:47)