A FOREST WITHIN

He dressed roughly, like a

storm shaken tree.  His corners

were unbroken.  A long step

claimed his ground.  Short

salt flavored thoughts

watered his words with meaning.

Work was his passion.  There

was reason with his plans.

Quality is the art he perfects.

Concern speaks from his eyes.

He rises before the sun, claiming

each day between here and there.

 

 

 

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