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THE SEA OF ANXIETY | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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I drift my way across this realm,In a boat which seems to have no helm. I'm at the mercy of the tide. Not knowing what will end the ride. The Moon comes up,The sun goes down. I feel I've never seen the ground. I'm on a great big ship to nowhere. A cruise whose end never grows near. When I climbed aboard this boat,I thanked the heavens it would float. Knowing not where it was headed,Into its bilge my soul embedded. A love for the sea and a lack of perfection, Caused my life to lose its direction. I've now embarked on a nowhere quest. If the ship doesn't sink I feel that I'm blest. Its a lonely life crossing the sea--This endless sea of Anxiety. by Bill St.John all rights reserved | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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THE OLD TREE | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
I was walking through the forest on a cold and clammy day, I came upon a tree in a state of bad decay. How long had it stood there? How long had it lay? I stopped a while to ponder just what it had to say. " I had a long life lad, Once I was a king. All the birds in the land came to me to sing. I looked after their babies, till they learned to fly. When they left the nest it was hard not to cry. The squirrels, they used my pockets to store up all their food. They'd play and jump all over me,at times so very rude. Now my son I'm just a hull of what I used to be, But go ahead and have a seat, find a use for me." by Bill St.John all rights reserved | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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More to come, SOON. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
A LITTLE ABOUT MYSELF I AM A POET AND WRITER WITH A STRONG SPIRITUAL BACKGROUND"One with the earth and nature"A strong appreciation for the arts, music and enchanting poetry.Any and all feedback is appreciated via EMailSeek others with similar interests. | �
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