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Life’s Mystery.
(From: The Woodsman’s
Notebook)
Sometimes while I live life’s pain,
feeling at times there is nothing to gain;
I look deep into my minds eye and what do I see,
here I find you looking back at me.
With all of life’s mysteries I haven’t a clue,
but there is something I have to do,
So you see with everyday life,
at each roadside bend, I say to my-
self yes, I’ve made a friend.
- The Woodsman
4/18/97
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Listen to me
(From The Woodsman’s
Notebook)
You listened when I was full of fear you held me
tight and wiped my tear.
You listened when I had something to say and
calmed my nerves for another day.
You listened to what I suggest you agreed and
said I knew best.
You listened to my thoughts of new but your way
of listening makes me blue.
You listen with your ears you see, but put to
memory sets that pain in me.
To listen is an actual art, when you listen with
your mind and heart.
To listen is to hear as you try to calm me from
my fear
- The Woodsman
12/06/07
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