Tales From A Midcentury Boy / Growing Up in Michigan

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Trail’s End: The Great Beginning

Hear words spoken softly

whispering kindly

seeking solitude

shelter from the storm.

…

See withering roses planted

the sky above paying tribute,

fresh water flowing

through breezes in the dark

to places unknown

on paths never taken.

…

The never ending search

for trail’s end.

…

The great

beginning.

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