Poem – A Natural State


Guided by instincts pushed aside
by life’s demands to survive each day

we quickly find our place steeped in
wood, water, sand, and the sun.

As the morning rises from the
sea’s depths we close our eyes

and feel each ray of light
and the warmth of our creator.

Hunting
Hunting
October Sunrise
October Sunrise

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