I Walked Me a Trail

I walked me a trail

in a park called

Yosemite,

 

I walked me a trail,

and my unknown bear walked as well,

in a National Park,

in California,

 

I ran me a trail,

but the bear ran as well,

being faster and stronger, and also

in a wilderness, called Yosemite,

 

I stopped me a walking

for my breath wouldn’t let me

escape my worst fears, like those

imaginary bears, that live in a

magical place, called

Yosemite…

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Author: notthedane56

My heathen tendencies are waiting to blossom at the Mid-Summer Evening in Denmark. In a Country that professes to have an overwhelming population of believers in the Christian Faith, I am always reassured by their pagan ways, at least one night per year. I won't be throwing myself on the bonfire, but I plan on being warmed by the thoughts of the fun-loving Danes, burning witches at the stake, while singing songs and drinking beer!

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