Eyes travel slowly over roving grassy hills,
taking my mind along into imagination's stores.
Totally absorbed in nature's beauty, watching it
closely for rapturous humor.
Gently rocking memories of childhood, bringing
them forth and associating them today.
Feelings bowling along like children's laughter
on a snowy hill.
Filled with an unexpected sense of apprehension,
whiling away the hours, sitting here, writing.
Seeking to somehow find myself in all I write,
never being satisfied that I've even found a little
part of me.
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