Just reflecting on those days of wandering in the woods with my son. He would touch, smell, taste, examine everything and fill his pockets with surprises for Mom.
Of the Earth - Earthy Of the earth….”earthy” Hell, he was filthy, a veritable organic “Pig Pen” complete with dust trail. The trees “high fived” him as he walked, quietly, respectfully, among them. Forest ruminants contemplated his simplicity, predators welcomed his scent, the earth rejoiced at his footfalls. John G. Lawless 3/5/2016
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