SanctuaryA Poem by Woody MooreWritten about play time when growing up. When as a child had to work in the fields as well.
Red clay bank
edged in moss and cedar in between roots creativity and imagination Frustration and fatigue overwhelm stressing youth break-time in activity solitude and tranquility Labor intensive intruding life development fulfilled obligation outlet and peace
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Added on March 6, 2014 Last Updated on March 6, 2014 Author
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