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The walk.

chadwickchadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
edited February 2008 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Walking trail feet, cloud came low, head afloat.
And moss trees bring gifts, the voice presents.
Never a silent forest, there is song.
There is song, brown weeds scamper.
Quick little friend says hello, joyous gentle soul, flying heart.
Flying heart, earth-ground-steps.
Pinecone, walking trail feet.
for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
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  • justamjustam Posts: 21,410
    I got this vision of a little dog running past you on a hiking trail. :)
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  • JamalJamal Posts: 2,115
    the silence lies in the forest's song
    a smell of moss from a tree lingers
    this place, eerie, too calm
    for a soul so troubled

    sorry, it was just inspiring
    Surf little waves big... Charge big waves hard

    - Antwerp '06, Nijmegen '07, Werchter '07
  • JamalJamal Posts: 2,115
    Jamal wrote:
    the silence lies in the forest's song
    a smell of moss from a tree lingers
    this place, eerie, too calm
    for a soul so troubled

    sorry, it was just inspiring
    Just wanted to say thanks, you've been a real source of inspiration lately :)
    Surf little waves big... Charge big waves hard

    - Antwerp '06, Nijmegen '07, Werchter '07
  • chadwickchadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
    Jamal wrote:
    Just wanted to say thanks, you've been a real source of inspiration lately :)

    And thank you Jamal.
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."
    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
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