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February 26, 2014

 

We shall not walk those distant fields

though beauty surround and glory call

These broad and tempting vistas

shall never be our home

Our first, faltering step shall be our last

walking not through pleasant meadow

nor wading fertile field and stream

But a journey dry and dangered

to deserted dust untouched by life

Our dreams short halted on impossibles

Strength failing our desire

Effort defeating our ability

As eyes gaze longing outward

our feet remain at Home

 


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