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Illustration courtesy of Aaron Pocock
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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.
.
One piece of gold I have in tow,
my back faced to the winds that blow.
.
Bewildered and a wee dismayed
Aghast at just how far I strayed
But that’s what happens when you roam
I scoffed it off and headed home
.
Though dreams do come, they always pass
There are no curtain calls at last
My soul must surely understand
Why ends meet up in Wonderland
.
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
.
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
.
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
.
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
.
To my surprise, when I arrived
This little man did sit beside
The running water, clear and sweet
Biding his time, soaking his feet
.
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
.
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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