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Just Drifting
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Just Drifting |
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John Yaws Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 860Texas 
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I always wondered just how life would be- If I were but some driftwood, on the sea. With naught to do but drift from shore to shore, With each new tide I’d only drift some more. No structure to confine me, none at all- Nor roof of circumstance to cast a pall. No place where I would ever need to be, I’d drift alone with only memory. There is something comforting about the sea- That seems to smooth those ragged parts of me. I love to handle driftwood smoothly worn- No way to tell how badly it was torn. These wounds of mine could use it’s ministry- Oh, how I long it’s healing work to see. I’ve no desire to rot upon some shore, I want to drift and dream forevermore. Visit My Home Page http://www.geocities.com/montcogunslinger/Traveler.html |
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Elizabeth
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Member Ascendant
since 1999-06-07
Posts 6871Minnesota |
Very well done, Gunslinger. I'd like to just drift away sometimes myself. Elizabeth I'm grabbing my hat and coat I'm leaving the cat a note Quick call me a ferry boat-getting out of town! |
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poutprincess Senior Member
since 2000-07-06
Posts 735Perth, Western Australia, Australia |
ah...what a soothing thought...to drift endlessly. i really enjoyed this. |
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