We're driving down to start the walk a-gain,
Paul's Missus' coming with us to help us.
Ol' Grego traveled to us on a plane,
and yet we try to minimise the fuss.
It started spitting rain, a friend has bailed;
we could be disappointed if it was
unknown that "creativity" when hailed,
is more likely to pick up then because...
...'cos we are not in charge, but working with
creative forces bigger than ourselves,
we're learning to respond (with kin and kith),
to seek out hidden treasure as one delves
about and sifts through soil or sand that holds
some hidden treasure from quite long ago...
& more's the wonder when silvers and golds
discovered by our perseverance show...
unlike the secret seed that must stay hid
& undisturbed by prying little eyes,
if they're to grow and make a crop as did
the seed in passing fields which brought surprise.
It seems we're on a pilgrimage of sorts,
traversing this great land from South to North,
it's not that there are very many "oughts.."
or "ought nots" to be followed; we'll walk forth
& look for creativity and truth
(I mean by that a realness, that extends)
among both older people and the youth,
& hope that we can stay & grow as friends!
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