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as wandering as I was

across the land aglow

or in dim of night

I rested near an old bog

and what should I see

but an old hound approach me

And he sat and shared a secret

you were shown a narrow path and

have you forgot?

over near here you had

your first drink

of brandy and late moon stories and

Over yonder you had

seen your first deer head on a wall

lit up red

and ignored by almost all but

near the top of the hill

was a house of stone

which hid you

when you ere most scared

of the demon raven and

her broken leg cat sidekick yet

you survived to

Meet out the old man

who you can seek out

but will never seek you

now stand and go forth

lest the dawn find you here

and I owe my thanks

but that hound is now in memory only

until I cease to be

I will remember

this story fondly

I am a tree today

my thirst is boundless

I ache and sway

my sounds of creaking

limbs get loud in the winter

and I have few visitors

I do now grow like I used to

the colder it is

the more it is weighing

so very heavy on me

in warm months I wake up

but I do not spring up as lively as I used to

and only 3 friends

visit the shade of my

growing new path anymore

many new sounds as I dance

from breeze to breeze and

my parts have become so

used to the passage of time

I sometimes do not flinch

my heart has a break in it

but it allows me to seek

better movement in natural ways

my roots are strong here and

I look up to the light every day

I am a tree today