The MostA Poem by PeteIf a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away. - Thoreaudown down whilst a summer rain sluiced down long past high noon an old, worn fiddle, a happy, smiling mandolin along with a couple of seemingly rusted, tarnished spoons we became the talk of the town
round round we danced around joyous, celebratory emotions spilling spirits willing life's bitter wine swilling as precious and ornately as heaven's crown joy rained down forsaking sorrow because there was no tomorrow in fact, there was no other way because all we had was today shaking off feet of clay hearts, souls and bodies asway forever finding a faithful way eternally grateful to a gracious, merciful host twirling with the father, son and holy ghost in order to obtain the most © 2023 PeteAuthor's Note
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Added on July 3, 2023 Last Updated on July 3, 2023 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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