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Updated: Nov 17, 2023

Come walk with me awhile

Let us hold hands

In my footsteps beguiled

When I walk one last time

For’st to make one last Rhyme

One last time my Story told

For’st for me the bell whilst toll

Author’s Note: Be there at my death, which likely unannounced, might’st occur, such whilst telling a story. Hold my hand as I pass to still, if you will, I trust. It’s not all that joyful to leave behind, my journeys and time, my people and rhyme. But if I must, I will. I will leave them all, leave them aside, for new adventures I’m promised on the other side.🙏

Poetry often flows, right into prose. It’s just a wink, the way poets think.

tom tenbrunsel

Poet Laureate of my Domain

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Dec 22, 2021

Lots of comments from this poem, mostly am I healthy and all. Just want to assure you all that I’m quite healthy and happy in my mountain home. It is the poet’s desire to raise intensity in the reader. This one shook the foundation within the Author’s Poetic Notes. It sort of got to me too, as if I were there indeed. Poet’s write about emotion, feelings and death often. It‘s what we do. No I plan to be around for a good long time, if not to just see if the creek don’t rise. Thanks for y’all’s comments and concerns.

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