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Castaway
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book 15 Life has cast me upon a distant shore
the would not I have never chose
bits of wood silvered white
dance and spin in morning light
light reflects like jewels bright
in soft glow of mornings light
ebbs and flows the water goes
gaining up and retreating back
hard and firm the wet sand lies
pocked with imprints the dry sand be
lonely cries so softly call
from wings soaring in morning breeze
of those seeking what they cannot find
each day again with endless need
once adventure did for me lie
a new beginning that I did seize
a journey to places unknown
to learn of things unknown to me
many days traveled in ease
carry along flowing breeze
the dome of blue above my head
castles and dragons upon the breeze
yet skies would darken and thunder roll
cold winds would blow and cold rain slash
and I would worry how I may
live not till the coming day
yet most mornings began with golden light
and most days passed in delight
and grand adventures did have I
and traveled to lands beyond compare
and yet one day the breeze did turn
and below unto a distant shore
and from it I could not turn
and did grow the contrary wind
oh how could it ever be
that it all would turn on me
that the course I could not control
carried to where I would not be
dashed upon this distant shore
to a land where I would not be
without a way to sail away
to go again on morning breeze
my footsteps now upon the sand
traveling up from crashing seas
knowing not where I might go
for what this land will hold for me
long I do for what once was
for the travels now loss to me
memories now just remain to me
castaway where I would not be
