i can't take away my eyes off
from branches of an oak tree
only piece blocking full view
of open bay, i can't cut down
shed in summer; great pit stop
hang my hammock watching caps
falling asleep is not intended
a place to visit when departed
from excitements bay offered
dreaming to journey and beyond
and back to where i came from
still thinking of you, yes i am
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nice poem still thinking of you yes I am