by Patti Smith. Mother as I write the sun dissolves. Blood life streaming cross my hand. And these words these words. Hope dashed immortal hope. Hope streaking the canvas sky. Blue poles infinitely winding as I write as I write. Blue poles infinitely winding as I write as I write. We joined the long caravan. Hungry dreaming going west. Just for work just to get a job. And we never got lucky. We just forged on. And the dust the endless dust. Like a plague it covered everything. Hal fell with the fever. And mother I did what I could. Blue poles infinitely winding as I write as I write. Blue poles infinitely winding as I write as I write. We prayed we prayed for rain. I never wanted to see the sun again. All my dresses you made by hand. We left behind on the road. Hal died in my arms. We buried him by the river. Blue poles infinitely winding as I write as I write. Blue poles infinitely winding as I write as I write.