Somewhere in Scotland
By the rich green moors of the past
A child dwells under a maple tree
At the midnight hour
She through the glow of her candlestick
Is reading the words on the maple tree.
The words that I have wrote before I left
She is pondering their meaning over and over again
Long ago I wrote:
"Humbling stars above,
Glorious earth blow,
Sweet oceans across the way,
By you I have learned my lessons well.
I have been shown that even through I am small
Everything I do, I say, and I think affect the world around me. "
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Poetry of the Tides
PoetryA series of poems with different meanings and moods. They are all here and have been here a good time from the tides of my mind. I give you some entries of earnest tidings.
