The land has many spirits.
They see us; they know us,
better than we know ourselves.
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The feather bed shaped to hold One, away from the cold Covered gently, but firmly By the quilt - pulled tightly. There I lay awaiting the break of day When all will be astir as if to say Get up you sleepy head There's more to life than staying in bed! But I wait just one moment more Until I rise to meet the ever looming chore(s) . Snuggled here in the warm caress, In my very own feather mattress. s
A wonderful read. I especially like the last verse