Bethel

I've been drawn To thaw the fold I've been fined For storing hold Left my last class Of term And Fall, the leaves She's calling Slow to lead The long stretch home Crushed my feet The crunch of snow Rest the rain The stacks, the main And all but walk The rows at length Hulled from cross Pass back and forth I'd failed the class Circle back Found a single sign To lease Held, but cast To the 215