If you have an iota of goodness and even a grain of faith you can move mountains….from the Holy Bible
The wind wound up its path and made a detour
only to face poor me and accord a warm welcome
The canoe in which I was seated, wobbled slightly
not sure of how it would handle the shallow rocks.
The dried up lake seemed to end all of a sudden
its path cut off by a long line of rounded rocks
the jarring made by the canoe prompted me
to desert it, having reached new found land.
The jump into the slush was a rough landing
I made my way to the parched land, with cattle
looking at me, an intruder into their grazing fields
dried as it was, I wondered on what they fed.
I could see a pall of smoke rising from a few huts
the distance to it was still far for my tired legs
A tree came into view with a few stones around
I decided to sit for some time to…
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