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Sitting in the Crow’s Nest
Sitting in the crow’s nest Above the main sail of my life My gaze on the horizon, doth rest. Which appears choppy, unruly, and full of strife. This life-vessel rocks back-and-forth Vacillating on the mood-waves. Somedays, I… Continue reading
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Bruised and Burdened Backs and Bodies
Bruised and Burdened Backs and Bodies Bested by years of service Brought about by a yearning for purpose. Bent and burdened shoulders Shrugging under the weight of leading soldiers. Bruised and battered neck and back, Buffeted by high… Continue reading
