Run away

I shall run away to the land of Home

Of cool water drops and morning misty dew.

Of Chickens underfoot and new honey-do too do.

Of Firewood in rows laid before the silence of winter falls.

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Watching for the times of Harvest and Planting

while milking the steady few.

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Fading are the memories of older ways

Of inventory games and warehouse ways

Of ministry games and self exalted plays.

Of tiny human kingdoms with playdoh knights

I shall run away to the Land of Home

And write with a little life

for those in the land of the Lost and Lonely.

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