(feedback welcome)
I hold an acre of memories
only a bushel of knowledge
I speak from the valleys
not the peaks of the mountains
I carry my day in wooden buckets
measure my time in tin cans
Moments occur by the tick of egg timers
lifetimes pass like the dark nighttime river
inconspicuously flowing to some destination
further, further along, steady and immeasurable
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Wow
Really?
Ok, so I wasn’t going to comment b/c I really didn’t have a firm idea on what you were talking about but I think I got it now!
With all the nature stuff, you’ve got to be talking about the connection of time and the planet right?
Even if I’m wrong, which is cool too, I do love the lines
– I hold an acre of memories/only a bushel of knowledge
and
– inconspicuously flowing to some destination!
Nicely done!
Thank you! And yes, you got it!