Apr 29, 2021

Mine. My valley.

This valley, long and wide and warm.

I like to think of it as mine. My valley.

And the river, flashing past with a gleam in its eye,

That’s mine as well.

Sun and moon, the gifts of life.

Wind and rain for the wearing,

And trees, too, the statues of god.

I love these things, this life.

Here, where I spend the wealth of my time,

My days and nights,

Cashing in one sweet penny at a time.



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