Time To Wander
sweeping fields
stretch far into the distance
the gentle murmur of nature
my solitary companion
how I got here
I do not know
why this place
I have been shown
far from frantic
I observe my surroundings
each corner and every angle
one step closer to understanding
a certain reason
yet to be underlined
a grander purpose
yet to be defined
these many musings
I silently ponder
unknown to me
it’s my time to wander
Copyright © Glen Canning | Year Posted 2007
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