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Trying out this new poem -- perhaps a work in progress.

Let me lead you down my garden path

And tell you tales of love and wrath...

Walk with me while sunlight soothes

And tell me all your pithy truths

Did you dream of wealth and power

and ignore the dew on fragile flowers

Or did you rest on bended knee

and understand the strength of trees

Did you breathe the fresh green air

and lead with heart without care

Or did you sell your soul to Mr. Man

and then go sell his corporate plan 

Where do you stand, and lie your head?

Where is YOUR place?

What will they say of you when you are dead?

Does your mirror like your face?

I have no tales of wrath to tell

Least not any you know not well

I leave my anger by the way 

and try to smile upon the day

My world hasn't space for greed

Instead it calls me to sprinkle seed

For HERE
 in my tangled garden

love and hope and joy and peace

have won.