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These days I still wander the fields and forests But only from the comfort of my arm chair On a warm early spring day like today I can still smell the heady scent of the pine trees And watch the world class acrobatics of squirrels at play The fresh green shoots of bluebells brush my boots As I wander deeper into the forest following unseen paths I sit under the spreading boughs of a stately oak For a cigarette and a mug of sweet tea from my flask My Mollly dog has long gone but Maisie now rest her head on my boot I'm comfortable here in the woods, happy in my own company with pad and pencil in hand All of this from the comfort of my arm chair because I can no longer wander in the woods
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Feb 25, 2023
Feb 25, 2023 at 6:12 AM UTC
Wandering
These days I still wander the fields and forests But only from the comfort of my arm chair On a warm early spring day like today I can still smell the heady scent of the pine trees And watch the world class acrobatics of squirrels at play The fresh green shoots of bluebells brush my boots As I wander deeper into the forest following unseen paths I sit under the spreading boughs of a stately oak For a cigarette and a mug of sweet tea from my flask My Mollly dog has long gone but Maisie now rest her head on my boot I'm comfortable here in the woods, happy in my own company with pad and pencil in hand All of this from the comfort of my arm chair because I can no longer wander in the woods
joe-cole
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Feb 25, 2023
Feb 25, 2023 at 6:12 AM UTC
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