Sunday Canoeing With Thoreau Comments

gently under concordian hymn's, drifting through handwritten currents.
where willows weave their lengthy signatures drawn across the calm collection of a bristled pool. a library of leaves lies around the trees knotted trunks, dry and crumbling. tossed carelessly and thumbed through by the knowing wind each one placed indefinitely like an obscere character in a dusty warn old novel or myth.

they tell in their darkened shades secrets of the ways of the squirell's. who gather from treetop canopy's climbing down to rocky shorelines to lower their heads in an early morning baptismal reverance.
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