Saturday, May 10, 2014

The Bough Of Grasping Nature

The song of Birds more than Tweet,
the sound of what I know,
is the live of my show,
it's landed in the Out of Know.

To make more than known,
the flight of what is scene,
the outdoors of my very own home,
is breathing with the Lead.

The sparrow that has flown to see,
the hummingbird is very keen,
the howling of Coyotes ream,
a raccoon always visits me,
now Blue-jade Scout is bold.

To never leave the trailed dust,
the range is more than just a must,
requirement is to skill or trust,
the ever needing Public cusp.

Derived from truth in listening do,
the best is all a win with proof,
moreover it's the bearing lug,
the Wheel of Time does hug.

Quit in simply deleting writ,
the search for only what is lit,
as mired with a Lot of knits,
the encroachment lends to be a Trip.


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