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Life Living Travels
Through the many days
Up and down marking each their hours
So do minds sail their curious course.
With each weighed anchor leaving swirling trails
Showing the world what the bottom had, then to follow
While highest birds fly singing their tunes too…
Making well sounds where they found best treasures lay.
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As all then follows the piper poet sounding loud…
Upon his own creaking deck
“Hearty ho, away we go
Stout sailors, man the sails full or trimmed
For after going ‘round the cape
It’s home. It’s home we go again.
For when last port does come
As sure it will…
Driving our last weight
Upon the shallow, receiving sands
And all go ashore regaling the world
Hear our wiser tunes.
Look what we smelled, saw, heard
Tasted, and feel…
Thunderous Waves softened, lapping the shores
With strange birds landing in trees
Wanting to hear too
And add their weight.
While learning, more comes to its new home
In song and dance and breathing free…
How to better Grow the fields of men
So in future sailing wiser be.
Copyright ©
Brian Rusch
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