LumberyardA Poem by PeteIf you are a seer, whenever you meet a man you will see all that he owns, ay, and much that he pretends to disown, behind him. - ThoreauNot saying that I'm a hypocrite. Okay, must just a little bit. Everyone had a 20/20 speck. Just as you would expect. That I saw clearly. But I couldn't see the forest for the trees. It kept moving in the blinding breeze. Casualty of my own living lie. Perhaps it was because I had a lumberyard ... ... stacked up a mile high ... ... in my own eye ... © 2019 PeteAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on August 16, 2019 Last Updated on August 16, 2019 AuthorPeteBoston, MAAboutI love reading, writing, music, nature, God and feeling emotion, not necessarily in that order. To me, these things go hand in hand. My favorite writer is Henry David Thoreau. I think he was a geni.. more..Writing
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