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off I tramp through the hills of

Hummingbird Hollow

where unguarded flies free the finch,

the sparrow and the dove tailed swallow

the secret passages written in my tattered

tan diary tell tales of the unlikely fearless

flock and their triple tireless trysts

why, I would write and write without often

breathing about their frolics until my hand

went nearly numb clear up to my very wrists

but I won't

for I will save these twisty little tantalising

tales told to me by minstrels, Troubadours, and

the whales

and keep them sentimentally close to the plume

of mine weary breast

and before my expended time upon this lush

marsh has taken its last billowing willows

breath I will prod mine desire to pen my sweet

like Winnie The Pooh enchanted memories

divulging all the child like charity my far

reaching imagination allowed me to enjoy

even up to and through my physical death

so await my friend yet known for my eventual

step before the unrelenting beyond

and you too shall hear the countless tales

I've told myself for comfort over the years

and for each of them I'm so dearly fond........

(April 24, 1997)