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Originally Posted by Chris
I want to sail sticks across a fresh mud puddle and make a pavement with rocks
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Originally Posted by Chris
All I knew was to be happy because I was blissfully unaware of all the things that should make me worry or upset.
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made me think of the following poem
The Happiest Places.....by David Holbrook
The happiest places i have ever known
Have been the wildest ones,
Grey nettles and grey stones,
And overhead a tangled roof of green.
Down some rough bank of chalk, or gravel pit,
No use for man nor beast,
Forgotten stuff and mast,
Where undisturbed hang webs and cukoo-spit.
The sun smells strong on elder or on fern,
And wild things scuttle there
Wings busy in the air,
While secretly the hidden children learn-
How to find eggs, or wear their trousers through,
And watch thwe white clouds grow
Like sheep that feed on blue,
And how to fall and fight and love and know.