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Shadow
(From
the Woodsman’s Notebook)
The shadow a
vapor noticed only by few’
to some that may see it but
never by you.
A light form,
a haze, a blur in the night,
In a blink of an eye, it is
gone from sight.
The shadow
insignificant as a puff of smoke,
To many of people it’s sort
of a joke.
To others it’s something to
prod or something to poke.
in the shadow mind he’s
that puff of smoke.
The shadow of
course is nothing to fear,
It’s always beside you,
it’s always near.
Why some are afraid is
still unclear.
The shadow
itself may have something to say
But down at your feet it
will always stay.
Only to stand all alone in
constant fear,
That the words he may say
you may never hear
only to fall on the deafest
of ear.
The shadow
will see what most people should not,
It will feel the pains that
most others could not,
It feels the sorrows that
others will not.
I am that shadow that will
one day be gone from sight.
The Woodsman 4/22/10
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