He wandered the woods,
He made his own goods,
He kept to himself,
He lived off the shelf…
We do of each other resemble,
Though I do wander oceans shore,
He found solace in and amongst the trees,
He found relaxation and time to reflect sitting on a log…
I do the same, but on a rock jetty,
Jutting out into the endless ocean,
Nothing do I find at the shore of the sea as petty,
There is where I do of God give my unending devotion…
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Anna
Love ya!
Jane
A more deep thinking Ed here, excellent one...
I do like the comparisons...
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Ron
¯ Henry David Thoreau