Re: The Log
A poem , sort of ... |
Who knew a twisted old tree trunk, washed up on the beach, would become, for some, a fallen star.
Brings to mind a few tired lines...
You don't know what you've got till it's gone...
One man's trash is another man's treasure...
I hope it finds a long life of appreciation where it is safe from stormy weather..
And let's be thankfull that our lives are so peaceful that we have time to mourn the death of a log.
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