Once I used To always run Ahead, anxious that I Would miss something and did Miss many things along the trail - Orchids, frogs, small creeping birds, serpents, lizards, Newts, clusters of amethyst crystal, ferns,strange Mushrooms, rare trees, leaf-cups of rain water, I stumbled over rocks and roots, Sweat streaming in my eyes Eager only for hazy Distant blue views From the Summit
Exiled Gael, scion of the Dust Bowl, dweller within Divine Grace, admirer of mountains, I have made my peace with trout and the starlings. Looking for a river and healing trees.
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