A sparkling creek babbles along
Singing a bright uplifting song
Lofts my spirit into the air
My heart soars high caressed with care
Sunlight glows radiantly bright
Filtering glints of rainbow light
Rocks shimmering wetly glisten
Gnarled old trees bent low to listen
To music quietly sublime
Forever rooted deep in time
For as long as such things exist
Beyond the green and wooded mist
I know the paths that lead me here
The secrets held so tight and dear
Found ways to let them freely fall
Destroying my defensive wall
Barefoot the trodden paths I walk
Listen to the whippoorwill talk
Transforming into surreal bliss
A wondrous walk you should not miss
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I See Through
PoetryPoetic musings of Barry Tudor on life and introspection. A journey of a motorcycling American poet lost in the midst of his own country. Hellish past. Glorious present.
