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Jun 2014
The water's edge rose to meet me
while either side the river lie
Across the bridge and path I ran
past tall fields of both wheat and rye

To the meadow where my home sat
there childhood dreams were born and died
I followed the path that life led
my guarding angel at my side

Here were crafted my hopes and dreams
from hence I’d come to test my skill
To find the place where I belong
perhaps upon some distant hill

Coming home from where I had been
retracing  steps from here to there
Has brought my life full circle now
teaching me the lessons I share

I had set out to find my purpose
only my own life did I see
But finding love in coming home
my treasured soul had found all three
  
Tate
Original musical version
http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/aristate/557123/
Sometimes we find who we are is as simple as where we came from.
Tate Morgan
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Tate Morgan
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     chimaera, betterdays, --- and Pamela Rae
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