Sense of Self
Time honored ways of accomplishment
Dreams buried deep
Prowess is sweet
Brush stroke are dried by windy lands
High tide moves in
self doubt can win
Who can deny what is right
Who can hide in
broad day light
Crusade of charm soon avails
Horses trod light
Movement is slight
Scraped knees and tears assault my fears
Get back and ride
Donut hole pride
Who can deny what is right
Who can hide in broad day light
Kin query me to watch the old
Wild bed of weeds
New growth just bleeds
Under control of experience
Sensible speech
appears so weak
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