Hudson
The Alder Grove
The wind blows meadow grasses to and froThe thrush's song surrounds a fawning doeDrops of dew fast clinging to my feetThinking of the one's I've met and those I'll meetThe long road traveled, longer still aheadLonging for a place to rest my weary headStumble upon a hidden waterholeA place to think and cleanse my soulI take a rest under the Alder GroveThe only place I have to call my homeA comfort to my worn and weary bonesUntil I venture back to the unknown
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