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Not This Kid Anymore

Not This Kid Anymoreby Michael DoyleI’m not that kid anymore.The kid who looked into the backyard Watching the monkeys play,And wanting to play, too.I’m not that kid anymore.The kid who looked into the rainforest,Just beyond the backyard,And wondering with wide … Continue reading

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Sudden Thunderstorm

Sudden Thunderstormby Michael DoyleWhen I left to go hike, the skies were clear.I just wanted God and nature’s path to be near.Besides missing my daughters, my world had no care.It turned out that this illusion was its own snare.Having hiked … Continue reading

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Like Wanderers Seeking

Like Wanderers Seekingby Michael DoyleLike wanderers wandering a lovelier wayWe plant the seeds that bring the new daysWith a fullness of dreams filling our heartsWe loosely planned how the days would startBut kept the freedom breathing in and outNever steadfastly … Continue reading

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Indiana Back Hills

I am not sure really how Google’s mapping GPS works.  It usually gives me the most direct and quickest route to my destination.  On my way home last night, I received directions that could not have possibly have been the … Continue reading

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