Withdraw your last three thousand

Withdraw your last three thousand
To spend on something very very kind
Your old ones have a seed within
Your young ones have so seldom heard
Water the seed with far-sight
Place stories in the young ones’ ears—
Upon the ancient hills
Winding among the old growth trees
Thigh-deep cross the crashing waters
Beside the crackling campfires—
Walk with them barefoot

:- Doug.

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Elder Caring Lawyer
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