I will not swelter in the hot house, of a dream, but will face the bracing wind, torrential rain...or easy, as a mood may take her, for I love the world, God made. She is my mother, and my lover and my teacher. I will walk among her spring tides, fresh, gently live among her creatures...and her solitude's, if they will let me.
Namaste
Written by Bruce James Clyde, at Deming, New Mexico
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