"from Ground To the Hill"
A boy who had no compass.
Who just watched and observed.
Fallen many times, but just got back
up and wiped the tears.
The roads now appear a little clearer.
The directions not written but desire
paves the way.
Now a man on his hill, where the view
clear and blue.
As long as my pen has ink and my pad
is blank.
My travels through life shall flourish and
hold me safe.
"Switch Contest" by John Heck
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