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Walking Gingerly in the Woods
Back in those early precocious days
I walked gingerly in the woods
Down in the south where I found out
Life’s beautiful, bad and good.
Out in the cypress and sycamores
Treading in the tall tall grass
Where wild deer ran in those lovely lands
And I grew up too fast.
Whippoorwills sang in the summer
Around dusk when the sun fell down
And when the fireflies flew it was then I knew
God was hanging around.
Waiting on me in the sky and trees
And the snakes and the weeds and the worms;
In the Spanish moss and the way the wind tossed
The wild flowers and Maindenhair ferns.
On occasion I’d find Him sleeping
In the acorn of the great oak trees;
And under some rocks where I once thought
He was looking right back at me.
Long ago in another land
I walked gingerly in the woods
Down in the south where I found out
Life’s beautiful, bad and good.
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