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(A.N. Sometimes I want to just sit there and not think. We used to call it daydreaming; now its a waste of time, right? This never happened, did it?)
The Piper’s Reverie
I waited for you near the forest
In the clearing by the misty stream
The geese a flight in formation
The daylight catching their wings
I played my flute, and waited for you
The panpipe piper’s dream
Until sleep took hold, toppled my head
‘Til a fragrant whisper came to me
“Is that you”, I stumbled awake
Caught a glimpse through the lumbering trees
You did not answer, you never will
Teasing me with shadows and the breeze
So I sit here, still, near the forest
My arms folded across my knees
Silence is a more worthy tune
For a panpipe piper’s reverie
------ The worst thing in the world is the homesickness that comes over a man occasionally when he is at home.
- E. W. Howe
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