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About This Poem
The Wandering
Wandering with the wind
Blowing me with the tall grasses I walk
Settling upon the blue asters
Resting my soul on a bench
Among the voices around me
Birds, frogs, geese
No money in sight or sound
Oppression part of no vocabulary
In woods or prairies
Just the joy of homemade applesauce
And herbs
Gathered in the wild
Nurturing life
Everywhere the wind lives
Everywhere
The
Wind
Lives
9/24/12
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