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Buck's Cabin Door - Prose poetry
as i look out Buck's cabin door
i see new and old huddled together on the ground
pinecones thrown all around
a young bird being hugged by an old world
full of embrace
it hardly makes sense to my slow ear
and yet, i know it is full of God's grace
I feel i must be seeing with Buck's eyes now
and i wish not to go down the hill
but rather stay focused on the heavenly things
new and old
that landed together on the ground
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