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Walking On Slowly
by Clayton Parrish
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I can still recall the old dirt road, How the trees hung from both sides to meet in the middle, How the limbs were always filled with birds, And the wisps of moisture from the nearby creek Would swell my nostrils to intoxicating bliss, Drawing me closer to its restful embrace. This mossy stream has cooled and refreshed All who have heeded its call. Today will be my turn to stand on its banks, To become one with its cadence. Once visited, you are never quite the same. I could have stayed there forever And let it wash away all of my frustrated dreams. These moments of unexpected illumination Fill my heart To sustain my walk of life And to give me a new way of living. |
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