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Into the welcoming woods we go, Careful and quiet, watchful and slow, With only the birds to sing us along, And only the trees to say we belong, Trusting the path to lead us aright, Praising the sun for giving us light, And when we tally the silence we sought, We’ll have as much as the silence we brought.   Henry's books .   If you would like Drovers Gap blog delivered directly to your email inbox, click here . NOTE TO SUBSCRIBERS: Feedburner has announced they will no longer facilitate new e-mail subscriptions. Although they say current e-mail feeds will function "indefinitely." You may wish to switch your subscription to Follow.it. You can sign up with this link . You may have already received an e-mail invitation from Follow.it to confirm your subscription. 

Song for John Donne...

 

No man is an island,

So wrote down old John,

Maybe, but a garden is,

I know at least of one,

A last piece of should-be

In a world gone wrong.

 

And I’ll live on this island

It might not be for long,

I’ll tend her and I'll mend her

And give her my best song,

And I will be the gardener

‘Til my little while is done.

 

The North Wind might remember

These verses that I sing,

And maybe some December

He will sing to you of spring,

And words that now encumber

Will rise up and take wing.

 

 

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