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Post by Lady Trapper on Jan 28, 2007 21:27:58 GMT -5
~My Moccasins ~ My moccasins have left their prints down so many lovely trails... The beauty found along those paths are cherished more than I can tell. Great Spirit, give my pen the words to paint the picture well, for brilliant colored sunsets, and distant golden hills. I walk within earth's beauty, not one stone will I turn, I've gazed in silent wonder, down every mile I've burned. For beauty is in everything, if we have eyes to see... the twinkle of a distant star... the gurgle of a stream... The brilliance of a harvest moon, a leaf upon a tree, The Spirit fills my heart with joy for what's been shown to me... My moccasins, I hope, will travel, down pathways still to come, My journey is not completed, I haven't made it home.
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