4.4.2024
Yes, there were moments in those youthful years When family gathered round the Christmas tree, With a mother of anger and a father of fears. All life was work and all that we could see
Against the violence of words thrown out, The occasional belt striking hard the child And the urgency of quickly getting out Of house, and finding in the forest's wild
Connection with the ancient hemlock trees, In converse with the endless throbbing life, The birds, the animals, all with whom to share A bit of peace away from human strife.
A feeling of inner unity dwelt there A touch of beauty in the woodland air.
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