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To Here from There.
(From the Woodsman’s Notebook)
From the places I’ve been, to the place that I’m at. The
places I’ve seen or some place I prefer to be.
Of those whom I have met in life’s journey along the
way; nothing was there, at least nothing to make me
stay.
To here from there is a mighty long road, rolling hills
and dangerous turns everywhere I roam. From the forests
to the deserts where life’s path lead, to the cities and
townships along the sea, the search for the answer keeps
calling me. To here from there is a question asked, to
answer it though can be an overwhelming task. Is there a
short cut, why is it so long? Well it’s like this we all
have one of our own.
To here from there a path which can never be shared,
until it’s path end with two people who care. It always
starts out with two souls to bear. A new path starts
from here to there.
- The Woodsman
12/06/03
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What Did You Say?
(From the Woodsman’s Notebook)
I lived my life considered weak or strong,
yes my friend we did get along.
For those who turned to slap my face,
pity them for they will not see this place.
In this place where all beauty grows,
for those other pour souls they will never know.
Why would anyone go out of there way,
just to spread their hate and scorn for others
to pay.
I turned my back without a word,
Why lower myself to only ill words.
I live my life the way God wants me to,
Why should I worry about you thought you knew,
Why do I care about your version of truth you
view.
So about my time here and my autumn is gone,
It will be in heaven where I will sing my song.
And for those who choose not to see the light,
Blame me no more for your irresponsible sight.
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The Woodsman
5/19/2007
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