I don’t honestly know
What my life is about
Not at least, as in the words
Of Story of My heart
By Richard Jefferies
I do (hopefully honestly) know
That to among nature
With a breeze to my back
Is about a good a thing
As one might peacefully imagine
Several layers of green leaves
Before and beneath the blue sky
Stock still grove stones
Telling the forever stories
Of families and societies
There is even room here
For thorns and nettles
For rough cut grass
And overgrown hedges
To keep life contained
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