Uncle Tree's House

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Loose ends were tied, the message sent

As I walked on in merriment

With ruddy arms I build a cairn

That lies a ways past yonder barn

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One piece of gold I have in tow

My back faced to the winds that blow

This growing monumental mound

Will hide my grief on sacred ground

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A daily prayer, a daily grind

A rock a day to ease my mind

To reach the sky! To find my love!

To live the dream I’m dreaming of

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The brook once reached beyond these hills

Her streams left banks for bigger thrills

A few returned to pay their dues

Whose lovely stones I can’t refuse

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To my surprise, when I arrived

This little man did sit beside

The running water, clear and sweet

Biding his time, soaking his feet

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His clothes were rent, his hair unkept

His gaze locked in the days lament

The solitary of the fool

Twas felt on my side of the pool

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Raising his head, he looked my way

Nodding at me, as if to say,

“No thing to fear, no thing to hide.”

I crossed on over to his side

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