Seaside Are the locals Walking along the sand Staring out into the west Where they look so orften They carry nets to catch the bait for their daily meal, or is it also theor livelyhood Makes me think of the passage in the sermon on the mount.. Look at the birds in the air They neither sow nor neap, Or carry into barns And yet their heavenly father feeds them.... What a simple life Seems at this moment A completeness With self and nature.........
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