I think
of people
and far away places.
Of snow and hail
And boats that sail.
Of the pride of men
and their prejudices.
Of dangers and perils
in the ocean deep,
and promises people don't keep;
Of mountains and plains
And the valley of the Danes.
Of faraway places
And brand new faces;
Of captivity and freedom,
And some who lack wisdom.
Of all these things,
Sometimes,
I think.
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