The journey has taken me So far beyond the course I set In my arrogance Of maps and compasses And bright northern stars I fancied myself navigator Setting the direction And correcting the course When the winds And the tides Held their own ideas And set this journey Before me I return Though I ride … Continue reading Return
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The fields lie still with the angry threat rolling above a storm moving like the tides as the farmer stands before the inevitable Each day he labors back breaking brow furrowed ignoring the sun the wind the rain upon him his gaze searching his fields for signs of burn signs of rot signs the weather … Continue reading Working Magic…