A lonesome heron
wading in a lake of gold
a peaceful sunset
wading in a lake of gold
a peaceful sunset
He awoke in a wildern
wood
cool in the morning air
and wandered his way to warmth
and water
and reaching
down into the stream
When I travel by canoe, by bicycle, by crutch, by foot or by wheelchair I am part of this wide world I am in and of and with the ear...
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