Snail Crossing... (Part Five) Poem by Eric Cockrell
Snail Crossing... (Part Five)
i could very easily walk away... if i could find a cabin in the hills. grow my own food, and live simply.... read poetry to the trees, and the creeks.... there is nothing, and no one, that i wish to own.... i have no desire to be known, or well thought of.... and yet, i must continue... i must breathe!
the more honest i become with myself...
the more i love other people!
A great poem, I think we all crave to leave at some point. but always get pulled back.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/19/2025 9:58:47 AM # 1.0.0
A fantastic poem! Lovely