A place I’d gladly again be,
Nearer of course to the sea,
Living with a knowledge of the key,
To life’s strange influences & its mystery…
Hiding as always from the world about,
Sometimes living with a semi-permanent pout,
Finding myself in a world less stout,
Filling holes in life with grout…
Not sure from whence I came,
Living a life above that of hells flame,
Life in general for all is the same,
Lifes confusions are for the most part lame…
© ed ~ 5/19/10
EDvard(k) Ole Brother
You came from the sea, brother, where one day, old Brother Edvard found you washed up on the beach, and brought you back to dear old Ma's shack in the Pine Barrens.
PS: Don't tell Ma or Edvard that I finally told you.
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Peace,
Dayvid
A thought-provoking write!!
Sandie Angel :o)