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Saturday, December 6, 2014

finding me

if  you stood of the deck of a little boat
that was tossing and rolling at sea
and you took a pair of binoculars
and began to look for me

you would find that your eyes looked carefully
and adjusting the focus, you’d see
past the beach, through the city, and over the lakes
to the hills where I might be

to the distant hills and the mighty trees
to a little perch at the top
where a cozy house sits jauntily
and there your eyes might stop

for there, past the cities,
over the lakes,
in the wind that comes from the sea
you would find a little house on the hill
and there, you would find me.