“Poetry is all that is worth remembering in life.”
— William Hazlitt
A Place To Rest My Mind
The mountainside embraces
This trail that I wander
With serenades of birdsong
In shadows I ponder
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Starting To Wonder
Beneath the skies whisper
Belongs this innocent girl
Lost in a sea of lavender
She plucks at purple pearls
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It's Where I Go (To Get Lost)
I look back upon that day,
One like any other
A walk through the woods,
In search of some wonder
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Across the Lake In Fall
As each leaf turned colors
Tightly grasping its mate
Long now, it wasn’t
It would soon meet its fate
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