I uprooted myself - Poem by ArmourQuill Hunter
I uprooted myself from the past and took from it the memories of one thousand springs and one thousand autumns. Thus I planted the tree of my soul in another place; it was now in a field afar from the path of time, where I left the noisome city to sit in the shadow near one solitary old oak tree, in a golden field, far from life’s path.
By the springs of living water, I sat speechless in the solitude of my thoughts which were quietly soothed by the rippling sounds of life all around. Resting in the light of the great sun, I fell asleep and dreamed a dream…
Years had elapsed… When I awoke from that dream- the pure essence of impossibility had become possible. For the sly little man, of Irish folk lore, thought he’d escape- “as before…” Now, opposed to my catch, he reluctantly gave- “all the gold to me…! ”
That’s my story; though now, I live- high above the mountains- by the peaceful sea.
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