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Friday, August 17, 2012

A Gift of Place - and Time

Time passes -
And with it
Nothing remains the same

From moment to moment
Day to day
Season to season
Year to year

And so enjoy
This meager gift
However insignificant

Gleaned from the woods
Of this place and time

Nothing is meant
To Last forever

So when you tire of it
Return it to the woods

For it is only a small
And humble token

Plucked from one
Moment in time
In this special place

It cannot be kept
Just as it is

For these dry bits
- And you -
Have already changed

And are moving on
Ever re-cycling
To another time
Another place -


Memories of Rainier
August 2012

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